Winter Poem

That leaf as it fell
From the tree

It took my winter away
To a place where
regrets never went

That swishes of wind
Brought a change

When I never thought
I’d embrace
a change

I was far too proud
Too blinded
by self

The wind taught me
it’s okay
to bend

For I cannot fulfil
A wish if
I cannot be
And then you came
O wind of change

My wishes were a little torn
Nevertheless… with you, I’m reborn.

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Prachi Mujumdar Kurlekar

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I just want to see you When you're all alone I just want to catch you if I can I just want to be there When the morning light explodes On your face it radiates I cant escape I love you till the end....quite interesting and unique person.
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Archana Kaul

It is titled the “winter poem”…and yet the winds of change abound

Nadeem Qazilbash

Winter brings a tender new love, and he is reborn. Truly nice.


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