This Cozy Cabin


for a day the snowy hills I'd roam
building men made of snow and coal
only to eventually return with joy home
where the cozy cabin comforts my soul

looking through the window watching snow fall
cuddled with blankets in a house so warm
memories of snow filled winter I'd recall
while in front of my window snowflakes form

I sit here making something joyful to remember
in this cozy little area I have found
in this snow filled and peaceful december
watching little flakes fall all around

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  1. z

    i have no way to reach you anymore...i want you to call me...call me... louts...ok pretty boy...


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