Middle of winter, but feels like spring breezes. No glassy icicles, no late night freezes. The trees are green and moist, With the earth's fresh breath. Comforting and soothing, As laying your head upon your lover's breast.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this while sitting on a stone bench in the month of january....it was pleasantly cool...i'm from louisiana... it never gets cold here....
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