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THE DECEMBER

nighty of the winter 
the December 
wears darkly in coolness 

with white sprite 
the cool December’s night 
calls me cordially 

crystal icicle 
makes a thorny fears 
with owls freaking sound 

whining, whining 
the lovely whelp of tigress 
on the snowy wall scenery

after a while
i discover myself before hearth
its December, needs warming up 


-December 14, 2018 Chattogram 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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