Snowless is our winter but cold as true as Ice
Shameless we would gather onto the fireside
Caress by the welcome flame, we doubt to even rise
Unfinished works and labours, laziness just feels right
The night grows long and the sun goes off early
Abandoning us like wise birds in search of fairer lands
Unlit is our soul lamps but awaken is our body
All stiff, tight and tired like outstretched rubber bands
Then rain would visit sometimes, reminding we are cold
To freeze the hopeful flora that survived the winter's mourn
The wind would whisper shivers, less mercy towards the old
But in our early hours, scorching is the winter's morn
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Jo's Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems written by me, ranging from nostalgic themes to existential questions to fictional events, etc.
