By Shriya Karthik
The Mizzle ever so slightly kisses the soft cheek of life
Dew droplets of fake ice
First snow not seen from umber eyes
They land so soft like goosebumps on a hushed winter night
Like diamonds sewed to a car's satin obsidian
So delicate , broken by the knife's slit iron
How it glazes every periphery
It tickles just so faintly
By Shriya Karthik
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