
Image: From the InternetIt is that time of the year…
When the vision dims
As the twilight fogs…
And the Blue eyed beauty
Sighs at the misty moon
As she walks down
The Begrimed path
Her frail white hand
Tries to hold
The mist and the sand
She can hold them,
She thinks, she can
The sheen of her whiskers fade
Whiter than the skin
Last winter or last to last winter
Or was it not even cold
When she had sat down the lamp post
And felt it coming…
Just like the mist and the sand
She thought she can
She had tried too hard
to hold…
Welled up a tear
In the blue of her eyes
It is that time of the year
When things were there
But, did not appear
The eyes failed
As the blurry truth took over them
Her tongue felt cold
As she tasted snow
Overpowered by the numbness
She lay there
‘Frozen’
It was that time of the year….
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