I Shall Share The Winter

One, Sometimes so hysterical and obstinate that I leave someone alone in the room and come in the adjacent room where my personal computer invites me to write a poem. But what should I write? The story of my life, a story of all the seasons, pleasant winds of the early springs colorful flowers of the late springs moon lit nights of the summer showers of the rains, no sun, no moon, but the one, always with me. Firmly standing as a brave tree in autumn! Now it's winter, And I have left one alone in the room! I listen to one's coughing. Leaving this poem incomplete I am going to one to share the winter I think one needs a glass of water.