I have begun to dislike sunshine.
So audocious, Pricking the eyes like silver thorns.
Drying up the oasis in the heart.
Winter is where I belong, below the frozen sky that looms majestic like a cube of ice.
Huddled up in the blanket of chilly winds.
Breathing in the blue tinged breeze.
Savouring the warmth of a hearty drizzle.
I do not want the illusion of color that springs out when you hold a glass to the light.
I want the blandness, the unabashed void that need not justify.
The cold that is not shackled up in acts of sympathy that would make me cringe.
The absoluteness of Nature's dream - saturated siesta.
The whiteness of her heart and the blue waves of her soul.
I want to drink in the origin of all birth.
I want to lie down in the death that is born before birth.
I want to freeze.
So audocious, Pricking the eyes like silver thorns.
Drying up the oasis in the heart.
Winter is where I belong, below the frozen sky that looms majestic like a cube of ice.
Huddled up in the blanket of chilly winds.
Breathing in the blue tinged breeze.
Savouring the warmth of a hearty drizzle.
I do not want the illusion of color that springs out when you hold a glass to the light.
I want the blandness, the unabashed void that need not justify.
The cold that is not shackled up in acts of sympathy that would make me cringe.
The absoluteness of Nature's dream - saturated siesta.
The whiteness of her heart and the blue waves of her soul.
I want to drink in the origin of all birth.
I want to lie down in the death that is born before birth.
I want to freeze.
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