The cold in my room
Craves your warmth
Night wishes to stay
Moon remains to sneak,
Stars are but shying away,
Lantern dies hastily
Desires lie naked
Breaths swirl, music won’t play
World stirs to life
Skin of the sky reddens
As night meets the gentle day
When the cold in my room
Craves your warmth...
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monologue-3-2/
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