WinterA Poem by Suman NainpuriaThe emotions...
Winters
The way I feel it's winter, When things not go greasy it's winter, The way I am alone it's winter. Suddenly I felt nothing is mine, the sun is harsh neither moon shines, and when I miss so much my own smiles. Why people say everything heals by time, and what when you feel unable, displaced and struggling with time.
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