It’s rough winter approaching,
The coldness slipping in,
Numbness seeping through open wounds,
Juggling between a blanket and a steaming mug of coffee,
Trying holding back to the warmth,
But the sun hardly shone through the clouds,
And slowly the coffee gets cold too,
Freezing, I think of the last summer well spent,
And again the yearning comes back,
To move out there in the sun.
Winter, wrapped in your depths,
I wish it won’t be
just gloom,
And, I could stop pretending,
Being the invincible summer bloom...
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