Cold…chilling like a bite of old memories
I feel the wind tearing through the streets…
Rushing home to cozy place, taking out my sheets,
Pouring onto paper my thoughts as the city sleeps…
Cold… winter’s harsh moments awaken the pain…
Sensing relief only when I’m isolated and alone
And to the grieving of the past I am bitterly prone
Words bursting out like a downpour of chilling rain…
Cold…just another year’s sharp bite of endless snow,
I run away to dive into the world of creative isolation,
Sharing with the whole world my sincere revelations,
Releasing all the bitterness and endless rhymes will flow.
Cold wind
© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2017
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