the baby winter peeks with miracles of mists and snow while the autumn unfolds hugging the paths with its warmth leaves of passionate colours spread on which the lovers sing and dance and the baby winter throws a snow ball for them to play and rekindle their childhood the thread tying them becoming strong
Hope you enjoyed this not so well poem. I have not been well since last two weeks. Sorry for not been around much. Trying to go through the works of my fellow writers lately. Definitely will come out of this hell soon.
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