The Final Frost
The moon shines upon me
As I lay among the snow.
The coldness feels oddly comforting,
And no further would I like to go.
Dusk has never felt so long,
And my mind has never been so light.
The icy flakes cover me like a blanket,
Tonight, I am, but a weary knight.
The frost has frozen time itself,
For there is no sight of rush,no sight of haste,
And I'm certain that now, I can rest,
I'm certain, that now, I shall rest.
Copyright © Mishor Chakraborty | Year Posted 2025
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