[Poetry] Forest Feast

Frost clung to the branches
Of the barren trees,
And the cotton snow sighs
Beneath our feet.

Yet, we barely feel
The chilly air,
For our lips trail fire
Wherever they meet.

Β© Jade M. Wong

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[Poetry] A Drop Of Water

The water splashes onto his face
And drops roll down his back,
Disappearing under the towel
Wrapped around his waist.

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