Aesthetics · Poems

When Cold Bites – Poem

A few nights are pure delights

when the moon is beaming,

profusely, in your sight;

and there are mornings

which hold you tight

with the sun burning bright.

Its incandescence placating your fright

as and when the cold bites!

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