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by jaya
Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1608814
It is about my loving son.
Winter Comfort

Every winter from across the hills,
sweeping through the listless plains,
the winter breeze and bitter cold,
surround me in many a fold.

My waiting eyes and hopeful heart,
read the news of his coming home.
Everyday hence dawns on a joyful note,
mist and fog, chill and cold fall apart.

Winter takes on a splendid form.

He is the spring to my winter,
fills my world with warm presence.
He is the Sun that shatters fear,
my son, of strength and balance.
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