Fiddler on the Roof

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And the Winter Mellows

And the winter mellows

Like mulled wine, like

Soft shards of warmth

Flavoured with citrus rinds

And cinnamon browns;

Sturdy textures knitted snug;

Impossibly blue skies

Shot with times of

Quiet reflection or

Of joyous merriment...

And the winter mellows,

Softening me round

The edges as it goes...

# posted by Diya : 10:53 PM

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