Pietas

There is something about the,
Winters.
It arrives giving relief
And leaves ,
With cold harsh footprints.
Along the physical realm,
Even the inner tranquility,
Has to bear with seasons.
The warmth of Love,
Being tested by the Icy Swirls.
Pietas Heart.

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1 comment:

  1. Said it before saying it now...you will go places..trust me :)

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