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A Winter Soliloquy

Rays of the sun caress the cheeks, 
A cool breeze tickles and goes
Eyes closed, she envelops me in a tight hug.
Her warmth, her fragrance, the freshness and a nip in the air
She is here again to make me alive again.
I am alive once more! 

The traffic, the sounds of birds, steaming hot tea gushing into cups, 

Heady cigarette smoke at chai tapris,
Makes me forget the chaos on the streets!
She is here, winter is here!

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