Rising With the Sun,
Each morning is bright,
And how I love Winters &
Cuddling every night.
Days have their own beauty,
evenings slightly dusty,
Nights have their charm,
undefined and hasty.
The winters have always charmed me,
Sometimes bewitched, sometimes tranced.
Summers always harmed me,
At times blistering,and at times raging.
Rains used to be waited upon,
but gradually lost their essence,
Rainbows are still loved,
but seen so rare.
But from time immemorial,
chilling winters were so much more fun.
I slowly and gradually fell in love with it,
Seasons so many deep and profound,
but the most awaited has always been this one.
Warming the darkening and biting winters,
When Santa comes to rescue,
asking for the thousands wishes to be in queue.
Not a 5 year girl any more,
I, still believe in magic..
Sometimes,miracles come my way,
and sometimes they silently betray.
But ,as time elapsed,
Magic as miraculous as the sliding time,
They taught and I fought,
The experiences are many,
and as said by many "they are unending ones."
Seasons gone and came,
And scheduling sometimes changed,
But,somethings in life are always loved
So............
I have unremittingly loved Winters
and cuddling every night.
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