冬 (Wintertime)

Days wandering

Passing through filters

Feet no longer peeking

Hiding beneath covers

"It's overwhelming, you see."

"I get sick of it," they say

Comparing to a banal specialty

With a tinge of dismay

Yet as for others, it seems

Like a hail storm on a desert

A marvel they deem

Without a single spot or dirt

Lips curved upwards in euphoria

Reveling in its grandeur

Even beyond its darkest persona

They see through with allure

A temporary heaven

Where they burn their walls in

A soft glaucous haven

As it goes, they cave in.

Author's Note

well... it's my first time writing here, so i'm not really sure with everything.