Kavi's Scribbles

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Messy hair, baggy clothes,
A man among folks, he walks.
With a glass of beer,
Admiring the breeze, brings him ease and peace.

He looks unreal under winter fall,
Mountains of snow melt and flow,
Marking a trace around him,
Sneaking secretly under the dim.

Dimples pop in his cheeks, seeing the sneaky peak,
White and smooth, a remembrance of his youth.

~Kavi