#FrostedMagic

This frozen glass,
I bear in my eyes,
weighs, much and more,
regardless of any morning light,

in itself, it is winter,
the snowy weather of Feb,
wishing on the stars,
wish I see the spring next,

I would love to have,
such a glow,
warm and pious,
for these numb doors,

with new colours,
a blessing in disguise,
a scenery yet to see,
wishing a...