Frost,
At first sight,
Yeah, realize!
It's time for a change,
But why?
See! the surrounding,
It has changed,
It forces us to change,
is this having us over a barrel?
My companion,
We have no option,
And this is a truly kind,
Invitation to transform,
By our ancestor, nature,
To break the uniformity,
Oh, I can see,
Now everywhere the frosts,
I feel the urge,
Of a nice winter jacket,
That's what the perspective,
We have to maintain,
This is an offer,
To be much more comfortable,
To associate much fervency,
Buy the finest you want,
And share with each other,
That's why people call,
Winter is magical!
#This is a conversational poem and specially wrote for the frosted verse challenge
About the Creator
Esala Gunathilake
I am an enthusiastic writer who feel the sense of humanity. Thus, I can write stanzas, short stories, novels, articles and blogs as well. I am a blog contributor for the Ananda College Engineer's Ink student chapter website.
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Comments (8)
Nature's challenge for renewal in the form of winter, no matter how much it freezes us, gives us the chance to feel the warmth of being one... The true magic lies in the simple moments. ❄️✨
So accurately described the transformation of season. Pure Brilliance!
nice story
This was so wonderful. Loved your poem!
Nice! 😊
BEAUTIFUL
Good job Esala!!😊💕💗
Nice!