Naked Tress,
Frozen rivers,
Yellow foliage...
Chilled mornings.. unknown mist which ascends and descends with the feel of my unsteady breath....
The coldness of my thoughts -says
WINTER has retraced its steps again ;
Beseech to the winters,
Not to ICE my thoughts and freeze my SPRINGS
Frozen rivers,
Yellow foliage...
Chilled mornings.. unknown mist which ascends and descends with the feel of my unsteady breath....
The coldness of my thoughts -says
WINTER has retraced its steps again ;
Beseech to the winters,
Not to ICE my thoughts and freeze my SPRINGS
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