Winters

 There's an unerring bewitching essence,

in everything embodying, the intimidating winters,

Wherein perches, an enthralling fragrance,

a pacifying trail, for the wearied to saunter,


Upon the frigid polar earth,

flinching reminiscences cringing away,

Swaying in a chaotic mirth,

revering the dearth of the summer rays,


Precipitating my imprisoned soul,

draped in the blessed blanket of snow,

Hallowed is that solitary stroll,

for a moment, willingness to be, grows......


- S.S

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