Hot
Toddy
Let me erase
the fresh
Or better said
the chill,
Of midwinter's
night air.
Bracing my
lungs,
Taken it all
in curiously,
For I am
legend.
The cinnamon
stick twirls,
Spices revolve
in a flurry,
And my chill
leaves.
Curious the
dynamics,
Of a stiff
warm drink,
On the reaches
of extremity.
Golden now my
aura,
Basking from
inward thermal
Liquid revival
and pure heaven.
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