Its cold and lovely,
Series of festivity calling upon different corners.
Far and near kins and fraterns enmasses,
Beautiful faces masking our surrounding.
The lonely path once trod
Is become congress of legion,
Flooding by feet of many strange citizens.
It's broken dawn as cold as of snow zone.
The feelings of my heart enlarges,
Heart widened open waiting to recieve a returned love.
It's a season of love.
When it loving wind blows, lovers in love seek for love.
It's Lovely to behold.
Winter, o! lovely winter,
How fast thy season run?
Comments about this poem (Winter Lover by micheal john )
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