Saturday 30 December 2017

Tent



This tent is my house,
warm and welcoming to
those whom I
love with all my heart.

When someone leaves the tent
there is a cold draught that
chills us all, causing us to
cleave closer together.

 
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)