Blood it is... In veins.. it bleeds.. For as long as you live... Owning.. it flows.. Crusade.. it pumps.. Till the last of every breath, you take... And then.. it dies.. before you my friend.. it dies before.. you my friend.. before you.... my friend...
It's not the spring, filled with colours & greens.. Nor the fall..with those musty notes you once recall.. or those days of dampish wet rays, you care for.. For me; Winters where they... vaguely I remember.. But it still wasn't what I craved for all those 24 hrs of the new year... at every pinnacle..you see.. I soley yearn for the snow I only remember.. Whitee white.. whitening polish.. Like the hair of a fairy godmother.. With the sparkling crystals..Like the gems in a crown they say.. And Like the ice cream that melts.. It was the snowee snow that I miss, the memories of childhood along with.. Running freezing, nights cold chilling, and All the water that we cracked.. The snowmans we made.. The snowfights we had.. The cold we got.. The shivering we danced.. The Snow it was; who embraced us all.. And; I kind of just miss snow these days.. The bright shiny crystals.. The nights chilling cold.. Me looking out of windows in dark Just to witness that once a season event.. you...
A world full of mysteries... Melodies of whom... As some fairy tales are carried by the breezing wind... Rustling.. Swinging... Sung by the far away swallows.. For it to be heard... You my dear... Clear your head.. Sneak away into the fields.. Close eyes..and walk free into the scenic greens.. And fill those question marks in your childhood... Closed books.. As it is only then.. you would realise.. What being content and feeling alive is all about..!
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