It's Winter Again
It's Winter Again
Driven through the same edge..
Is she here destined to be caged?
Is it winter again?
Thus the pink Bougainvillea
Is trained.
Why is she looking so pale?
Has she any story to tell?
Is she pregnant with her unspoken Words?
Will
the Chill wind
blow through her heart’s chords?
Will
the chill serenity
break her?
Or
it will make her?
She trusts her beauty even in pale,
With lie she assures herself
She has no story to tell.