Today is ice cold
So I drew forth
From the depths
Of my closet
A coat imbued
With something
I thought long gone.
To my discomfort;
Clinging still
To the folds
Was the crisp scent
Of one chill morning;
A warm touch,
A voice, a laugh,
And one short goodbye.
Manuela Cardiga
So I drew forth
From the depths
Of my closet
A coat imbued
With something
I thought long gone.
To my discomfort;
Clinging still
To the folds
Was the crisp scent
Of one chill morning;
A warm touch,
A voice, a laugh,
And one short goodbye.
Manuela Cardiga
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