The Winter Light

Of the road that had been left in haste I was glad that my soul stayed the course As the winter and my speeches never would I never had been frost-bit by cold stares O', the heat of glares unnerved me weary I was hardly visible amidst trying times The climes brought the dreary snow and many crucibles It was the fire that melted the flakes I distinguished myself from fakes I know all that quakes In my soul that takes less As it gives away to the lakes Of warm water as summer finally comes

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aditya-roy

28 / M / New Delhi, India

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