My Day In Winter
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From under the blanket,
My cold stare clashes
With frost ridden boughs,
Sweeping down the panes;
Breathe wells up to ceiling
As cackles of birds drop low,
Suspicious of empty lanes;
Whirling dawn falls thick
In its white fluffy robes and
Creepers shake heads in rhythm
With helpless sighs of the wind,
Waking up from numbness;
The ripples upon placid water
Of the pond reaching and
Leaving edges in swollen circles,
Then I feel the heat dropping,
Upon roundness of my damp face.
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