A winter love.


That year as the winters approached,
It became cold like it always did.
Sweaters were out, mufflers galore,
Winds loud and chilled.

The fog made it white and bland,
Even if beautiful because of the blur.
The stars all fought for attention,
For the fog hid them from the pretty sighing girl.

There but seemed to be a warmth around,
It was different, new and nice.
A glow in the eyes, a red blush on the cheeks,
They seemed to be competing, those age old rivals- THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE AND WINTERS OF THE WISE!

– Stuti

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