Winters' Warm Gift.

Loving the sunshine hitting my face.
Trying to soak it all in the deep ocean of my eyes.
Tantalizing the cornea in the most amazing way.
Shutting my eyelids, smiling & adoring the rise.

Stirring in through tiny-cute gap in between the strands.
Turning them into thin glittering-golden hair.
With the dust particles aligned like an aesthetic army,
All adding up to sunlight’s fortune glare.

The feeling’s so ecstatic.
Absconding with the finest.
Tempting is the taste of it’s flaring shine.
As if, it is doing nothing but serving the stardust.

Or maybe, serving mere ‘sun-dust’.
Wrapped in golden pearls of wisdom.