Never did a cabin's heat
to me so distant seem,
as when the locked door did defeat
slumber in my dream.
When let in I may warm my hands
and hold embers hot tightly,
Let known as to understand
one soon remembers me.
In the shrieking chorus though
frigid winter rests at bay,
I still peer through the windows
as crowded you will stay.














Comments
I love this piece.
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It's come to a time and point in my life where I either go along with I believe will be the best financially secure route in life. Or follow my dream, despite how foolish it is.
I'll choose my dream. Would you?
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"I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven." - Walt Whitman
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"I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven." - Walt Whitman
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