Winter
With tattered clothes he enters the door
With icy hands he sends shivers and more
Cloaked in bedraggled wear he enters
Many take not a glance to his gender
Ay but Winters near so don warm gear!
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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