Winter is witnessing the mysterious slumber Silence is peculiarly sharp and scandalizing. And the polar bears are all happy in their sleep. Hunting is a time game of the predator. Winner lives and the other loses to hunger.
Northern Cardinals, blue jays and finches are flying. Trees are shamelessly naked and frozen And boulevard is all the way dazzling in white and hay. Hearth is lit and warmth is stocked in every house. Snow is glittering all over and kids have their hands full.
Snow man has a red scarf, spotted from far. Chill is way too harsh, yet a pretty spectacle. Men are sitting on haunches and smoking pipe, While women walk in their lovely sweaters and gowns. Horses and carriages stroll down the street casually.
Snow flakes and snow crystals glisten the ether Skiing is the fun game of the season Throwing snow balls brings laughter And snow art is the new expression. Finally frozen land welcomes New Year.
Old numbers, lighthouses, baked bread. I open my eyes. nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo. Five shillings grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool. Things change their colour, and die, The ever-increasing noise, the
Here are stoves uttering trilling cries of joy, their tongues orange, their clothes henna. Here are chumps hissing، lulling, bowing and crying with hot tears; We’ve got a newborn, his hair made of winds and tempests, his hat a cloud,