The cold embrace of the hibernal,
The frosty cold breeze enwrapped me with tender care.
It makes me feel alive and merry,
This is what winter makes me feel like.
Is this how true love will embrace me and make me feel alive again?
This is the question I ask myself
every minute, every hour, every season
I wish I could get away from this prison ;
Of my inner self, of my inner thoughts.
Is this what winter makes me feel like?
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Scribble of Hearts
PoesíaA collection of small poems exclusively written from my heart
