Warmth of winter
I woke up one morning,
To the barren of trees.
The sky was blue,
yet the silence screamed.
What was it that made winters so dry?
So cold, so blue, so lost of life.
The snow burried dead beneath,
The trees cried their leaves away,
The birds hiding in fear from the rest,
The world only led astray.
Who was it who brought life after this death?
Who was it who brought spring after winters birth?
Let them all die and die in silence.
Let them all slide and slip away from violence.
Copyright © Harym Imran | Year Posted 2025
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