Winter's LullabyDear winter, you bewitched me.
Why do I feel affined in your uncanny presence?
Hardly you make me jovial,
Still I long for your algid acquaintance.
May be you know
How to pull the strings.
May be you know that the most
Covetable are the transient things.

I find warmth in your frosty-clad;
And I shroud my frame pined
Whilst looking for you in the pines.
And I search for the love as the winter begins,
Rekindling the old flames beneath my chest.
Some obscure mouths say I am going  to annihilate
Myself in thinly disguised flares but, I say
For you give me hope and strength in despair I make wreaths of guileless blue irises.

Others hear your growls as the gelid wind blows,
Cracking the veneer and the creaky windows,
Whispers to leave me numb as corpse.
There’s a bitter truth reclining in your chills.
Though you do prick sometimes
Like needles, like pins.
But you are so lonesome and so am I
And they can’t hear your mournful sighs.
Because you are looking for someone like I
Am for the lost love in the winter’s lullaby.

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