Winter is near ,
I can feel the cold air beneath my skin ,
It feels like winter is here ,
from the warmth under my blanket ,
From the cosy snug of my pillow,
The still leaves conveyed me ,
Winter is near.
This morning when chirruping sparrows sat near my roof ,
They sang the poem of winter.
A blow of wind from the window made me to shrink along with my blanket ,
With its feel it told me that
Winter is near .
Standing on my roof , fog filled my eyes and conveyed that
Winter is near .
Yesterday sun set so early ,
It didn't gave me a chance to wave goodbye,
But left me a letter that
Winter is near .
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
