By V. Bhuvana Prabha
Season filled with cold and pain,
Snow-covered guilt and plight,
A perfect muse for those who gain,
Hidden beneath, a beautiful sight.
Folds of colors, bold and bright,
A realm of white, so pure,
The warmth of hearth that feels just right,
Amber flames, so soft, so sure.
Water turns cold, ice forms tight,
Freezing truths that lie beneath,
All the lies veiled from sight,
Yet well enough to find beneath.
A magic kingdom forms in winter,
Sly and powerful, to lure the hunter.
By V. Bhuvana Prabha
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