And then a blood red orange again, before the star have left skies at morning in the dark eye rise and shivering in my nakedness by the cold candle bathroom dress, close by the Julie fire I set to warm my frozen bones a bit, or with a render sled explore the colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nerves dot wrap be in my comforters and cap
Aishani Chatterjee
@Aishani · 0:37
Hey, everyone. She it's a really nice poem. And given that the winter season is approaching and it's already a bit cold, I mean, you know, you can feel it in the winds, the season change, where I am from and it's beautiful, really, this time of this transition period, rather. And so your poem also, in this context really feels a lot of wealth.com for winter. So, yes, looking forward to more such points from you and