Warmth and Thoughts

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Sunny morning with no clouds is rare in the winter time.
Funny singing of early birds is dear in the dream time.

Finding cold air in your room,
You would rather stay in the warm bed.
Discovering close warmth in your bed,
You would rather keep it with your body.

For any reason, you wouldn’t let yourself leave the warmth.
For any request, you wouldn’t let the warmth go.
Warmth, warmth, warmth in your soul.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts in your mind.

Freezing air wouldn’t dare if your sole is in the warmth.
Freaking ideas wouldn’t dare if your mind is on the right track.

How beautiful is this feeling,
Worth pursuing it.
How delightful is this emotion,
Worth tasting it.


Sukhee,