Old breeze,
Dipped in fresh December,
Talks in rattles,
At your window pane;
The cold breeze,
Says what we don’t comprehend,
Oh, she feels warm in ears,
Whistling:
‘I bring the change;’
She’s eager to detach;
She has power to mend;
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How you wish to start, starts with..
How you want to end.
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Beautifully penned..I loved the last lines…”How you wish to start, starts with..
How you want to end”…:) So so true!!
Glad you enjoyed!
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Good one!
Thank you !