The Voice

 The Sunday Muse #189

You feel like December, my friend

Cool, cozy, warm, and woozy

You smell of pines and woods

And long-forgotten fairy tales.

You are the wanderer of the dark forces

For me, a boon from the ancient voices

You understand the silent pleas 

And the danger of lurking fears.

We know how far we have come

From the wild ways to  a comfort zone

In this cacophonous world

It gets lonely and dangerous even for a child.

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