A Perfect Ecosystem
By
Rizwan Ahmed Memon
You hide me in your arms
When it is cold.
Your long chats
Make winter’s nights short.
Your tender touch
Nourishes my dried skin.
With my kiss your moles on your face
Have become bright like stars.
Slumberous wind shakes
Your hair as branches sway.
The winter, you, and I
Have made a perfect ecosystem.
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