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WINTER
I always liked winter, it felt like my own.
It felt like a conquest I won.
To me it felt like a warm hug.
It didn't make me feel like an old rug.
Finally there is something that could feel like the of my fingers.
A coldness that always lingers.
Nobody ever wanted to hold my hands because they are always cold.
I never understood why.
Maybe it's just the way I am born, maybe I am always going to be love lorn.
But I do hope someday someone will take a risk and hold my cold hands.
That day maybe I could let go of my every fear.
Till then I'll just wait for winter every year.
© Prajakta
It felt like a conquest I won.
To me it felt like a warm hug.
It didn't make me feel like an old rug.
Finally there is something that could feel like the of my fingers.
A coldness that always lingers.
Nobody ever wanted to hold my hands because they are always cold.
I never understood why.
Maybe it's just the way I am born, maybe I am always going to be love lorn.
But I do hope someday someone will take a risk and hold my cold hands.
That day maybe I could let go of my every fear.
Till then I'll just wait for winter every year.
© Prajakta
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