The Winter Poem by dalpal honey

The Winter



The cold gust breezes in our faces
i hear gun shots to star races
i can feel the power inbraces


i love the old times
how the rude rymes
made my day like the wind chimes


so here i stand
with my mum in command
but i have my choises
i dont here her choises

so the winter breeze is cold on my knee's



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