Cold Shoulder
The weather around is quite cold sometimes,
The glorious plants are now a frozen sight.
The always angry sea is locked in a frigid bite,
The beautiful sky is now grey, black and white.
The sound of happiness is now pitch silence and cries,
The oh so twinkling stars are now a sight for the sore eyes.
The crackling laughter now comes in a disguise,
Once wise thoughts are now depressing lines,
This always romanticized cold is now my dreadful state of mind.
Copyright © Shraddha Tripathi | Year Posted 2022
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