Song for a soup

Cold wind slashes open my cheek
Air singes, and rattles my bones
I make my way back to my tea
I write these lines in the comfort of my home

Fragrant flavors dance around my nose
Thoughts and Images freely roam
A bowl of soup for this hungry stomach
A kind companion for this soul, alone. 

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