I find myself in
winters,
Not the one that’s dark and bleak,
But the one that knocks at the window,
Or caresses me when I am asleep.
I like the windy days, and the cold, that it transpires,
Yes, I am much in
love with winters,
I love the
wood and bonfires.
I feel love in the gush,
it’s the wind narrating stories,
Even the blade of grass stands still,
As it awaits the
dancing fairies…
I am a winter person,
As I get the warmth in chill…
Sweaters can’t contain me
My heart bleeds to see the
hills
I find myself in winters,
When I am back home, and it rains…
I forget the sorrows
I held for long,
I forget it ever pained.
Srijan
I like this! Also I wanted to ask you a personal question, if that’s okay with you!
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Prakriti
Yes, please.
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Srijan
Are you a single mom? And you have a very beautiful daughter!
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Prakriti
No, I am not a single mom. & thank you!
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Srijan
Thankyou for your time :))
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Prakriti
You’re most welcome 🙂
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