She pulls it together
Snugly on her slender shoulders
The warmth engulfing her
Like the heat from the furnace
Fighting the winter’s sinewy touch.
The texture of her wrap
Gently rugged, little wisps of thread
Offering respite in a forlorn night..
Like love lost, waiting to be found
On the treshold of hope and despair
The wrap..akin to his strong shoulders
Securely clasping her every emotion
From overflowing into limpidity!
Pic courtesy - Google
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