February: the North wind cold and raw
mother nature glum -like an old macaw
My rose buds pots all blanket with snow
lowering their heads - like an old macaw
icy roads treacherous conditions is
like avoiding the nest _like old macaw
I rather stay indoors write a ghazals
Days without sunshine to thawed - like old macaw
I am all coop in like the Snow Queen bee
Singing freedom songs _like an old macaw
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
February: the North wind cold and raw
mother nature glum -like an old macaw
My rose buds pots all blanket with snow
lowering their heads - like an old macaw
icy roads treacherous conditions is
like avoiding the nest _like old macaw
I rather stay indoors write a ghazals
Days without sunshine to thawed - like old macaw
I am all coop in like the Snow Queen bee
Singing freedom songs _like an old macaw
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