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Feb 26
It is still cold outside.
I step into a warm patch
Where the sun's rays caress.

You reside in those spots
Where I begin to feel, again.
Then the warmth of you returns

And I feel your loving touch.
But I must go on, as do we all,
Making and collecting memories.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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         Immortality and Traveler
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