Chilly | Poem

The wind blows, piercing cold radiating from the inside of the bones. Curl and twist to keep warm, dreaming of blossom as leaves fall over the ground. Chilly mornings, waiting for the sun to shine.

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I Think of Summer

I think of summer as autumn moves away opening the doors to winter. Strong gust of November winds blow past my shell ripping apart my safe house just at the start of the cold. Summer has ended, a season gone but work still remains to be done. I’ve been lazy dancing under the sun, now…

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Peeled Skin

Layer after layer, skin everywhere peeled from one another. As the layers are gone so are the burdens with it. Everything’s lighter now. The peeling, indeed tough, but the result much better. I identify myself as an introvert. Much of my life I believed I couldn’t walk up and strike a conversation with anyone. Why…

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