The night passes under a winter coat
Imagining a blue rose, my eyes felt cosy
Reminiscing old memories of the scarlet flower
in the wild afternoon jungle
That was tough yet cosy, I elude
Now I feel cosy again thinking of this blue cold winter,
Squirming under the thick brown quilt
To take them as memory
Feeling lighter and that's how life is to be,
I feel and heal
Now you, a simple soul without much to imagine
Feeling cosy and healing easy, once again!
Seasons came and went
We captured to settle, not just winter
Sailor Oh sailor, I never leave my boat
We affined as grease and rope
Winter and summer married
to warm at cold
Together so, you're my merry maker
I'm yours, haven't you, boringly always
What's next on reasons by seasons, before I think
winter with cakes
summer with ice
rain with tea
and spring with blossom,
you thought, I ought!
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