My eyes went searching for my frosted window,
'O' the joy of seeing the color white,
As my nerves stand while the wind blows,
Showing all it's chilly might.
The vehement fire blazing warm,
As I immerse into my chair,
And it's beautiful poesy form,
Elates me to walk on air.
A book I read to follow,
For my morning of delight,
Might my words not be shallow,
To end my winter sight.
Copyright © Meghana Shakthi Ashwin Kumar Iyer | Year Posted 2017
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