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Winter’s Whim

a poem by Runa Pradhan

Winter’s sky paints itself blue
Clearing clouds and their hues
Winter’s wind blows being spry
Inspiriting nature to too much high

Crop fields turn green
Nature sets up serene
Days become short
Being self a little hot

Winter’s night turns bore
Being long makes sombre
But beings become happy more
To enjoy the winter’s time more