Monday, July 11, 2022

Winter Winds

Tides of winter wind,

At times hurricane semblance,

She danced, hiding the adoration.

Though the wind roar unlike,

The concealed tender shyness,

Dancing elated in her eyes.

The thick wooden door,

Stopped the march of winter wind.

Blown and touched my heart,

Though through the keyhole of love.

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