Warm Sips

A Mug in Hand

By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)Published 7 days ago • 1 min read

Warm cup in my hands

window frost grips the midnight

my breath fogs, then clears

Haiku

About the Creator

Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)

Since 1991, this compassionate writer has grown through much adversity in life. One day it will culminate on his final day on Earth, but until then, we learn something new every day and we all have something to offer to others as well.

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