Solace

Ember candlelights,

brightens our gloomy neon nights,

numbing creeping plights.

Cheemnonso™

The Feast

On lonely pathways,

strewn with crumbs of affection,

we feed till we’re sate.

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Winter; cold and dire,

Fills the earth with glum and gloom,

Yet, mere mortals stare.

Cheemnonso…