Winters
Sitting by the window ,slowly blowing winds
passing by my side touching my cheeks.
Whispering in my ears, bringing back some,
old memories.
I am placid but a little contrite
watching the beautiful night scene.
And then in the dreams of past and future,
my night passes by.
As the winter morning comes
Its full of magic.
full of fog mist and dew drops
seems like a heaven land .
The morning brings a new joy
with a new clear and perfect sky.
