Apple cider warm and sweet.
I feel it in my heart.
Childlike in its appley taste.
Cinnamon the passionate spice.
Both new and old in its seasonal way.
Brings me to fireside nights,
cozy sweaters, warmth fills my soul.
So much you can add but delightful in its simplest form.
It tastes like acoustic guitar and soft harmonies of an indie cover.
The smooth touch as it caresses through my throat.
As the last drop empties from the cup I think,
"This is what love feels like."
I walk away with fond memories.
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Annie Nonimous
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