The weather turning cold,
Making peace with my soul,
The serene pauses still,
Making my smiles go chill.
Jackets removed from the rack,
Scarfs rolled around the neck,
Appling the lotion on the skin,
So the climate can be enjoyed within.
The winds blowing icy,
The water turned cold,
The nature changed suddenly,
Teaching me the art to mould.
Winter’s season seems to be on,
The soundless freezes it shown,
As the night arrives near the window,
The colder it gets making me silent and letting my sad past flow.
Happyy Winter. 🙂 Huhuhuhuhu.. 😛
Same to you dear.. 🙂