# In Desolation

Poem By Mamta Agarwal

longing to be held,
cold at night in bed.
Sun whispers, just wait,
don't be desolate
shortly, I herald...

Comments about # In Desolation

Very consoling to think of the sun warming the windows of the soul. Sometimes brevity is beautiful. This is one of those times. Ten for you. Love, SandraX
Beautful, when 'cold: will recieve the sun! But in bed Cold is alone.
The sun does warm the body, but the heart and mind may remain cold; Cuddling is an age old therapy, I have often heard it being told! 10! - Raj Nandy
The start of a new day, with lots of warmth and love to hold you. Bob
i see a lovely sunrise after quite a long time thanks......10***


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