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WINTER TIME.
When the sun hides
In the winter time.
Nobody hears the singing birds anymore.
They fly back to their nests to cover from the cold.
Every corner is covered in the powdery cold.
Reminds us to sit at home.
Today I will leave my house.
In search of those sounds I crave.
Maybe it's a singing bird or maybe not.
Everlasting a search it shall be, in my bleak wintered mind.
© Ema(Mae)
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I wrote this poem all the way back in December. So it's not quite fitting into the whole valentine month theme☺️.
In the winter time.
Nobody hears the singing birds anymore.
They fly back to their nests to cover from the cold.
Every corner is covered in the powdery cold.
Reminds us to sit at home.
Today I will leave my house.
In search of those sounds I crave.
Maybe it's a singing bird or maybe not.
Everlasting a search it shall be, in my bleak wintered mind.
© Ema(Mae)
_______
I wrote this poem all the way back in December. So it's not quite fitting into the whole valentine month theme☺️.
