The dimly lit fireplace grows warmer
Any feeling of coldness goes away
Inside feels as nice as the summer breeze
But the ice outside proves a winter day
The chimes play a tune, clacking in the breeze
The breeze makes a whistle across the snow
Snow falls silently, hits the ground to freeze
Freezing snow then sits, how long? No one knows
Inside the house again, the old man sits
Last time only sadness, but that is no more
Today the man is happy, with his mitts
Sitting by the fireplace at the door.
No point in reliving bad memories
One could hear him laugh, in the frozen breeze.
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Sonnets
PuisiA collection of Sonnets, probably going to continue for quite some time before it's complete.
