Winter
This November morning
I see shivering pine trees
I want to paint a fire to warm them
But I forgot my crayons
Nevertheless
I enter the misty grove
Hug a young yew
With the flames inside me
Ignited by winter of your absence
Copyright © Ibohal Kshetrimayum | Year Posted 2018
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