You came with New Year’s greetings
walking here alone in the bitter cold
knocking on a bamboo temple gate at night
covered with snow from your hike through the hills
after starting a fire deep in my stove
and closing the door to my empty room
we shared a gourd full of wine
and didn’t speak of all the things that went wrong
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Love this poem. It awakens a certain emotion. Thanks for sharing this.
You’re welcome, RV. Glad you appreciated it.
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