Can't talk right now , i have a cold

In the realm of sniffles and sneezes,

Where tissues reign and fever freezes,

A tale unfolds of a weary soul,

Bound by the grip of a chilling cold.

Nose, once clear as a morning breeze,

Now a faucet, flowing with unease.

Sighs and groans fill the dreary air,

As a symphony of coughs we bear.

With every shiver, a frosty touch,

A reminder of nature's chilly clutch.

Wrapped in blankets, seeking warmth's embrace,

A battle against this wretched malaise.

Oh, how the world feels bleak and gray,

When the cold's grip holds its sway.

Days become nights, as time drifts away,

In the land where wellness goes astray.

Tea and honey bring fleeting relief,

Moments of respite from the throat's grief.

Chicken soup's warmth, a comforting balm,

A remedy to heal and calm.

But even in these dreary days,

A glimmer of hope forever stays.

For the body's strength shall slowly mend,

And this cold's reign shall come to an end.

So let the coughs and sneezes subside,

As health returns with the rising tide.

No more a captive to this icy plight,

A victory won over the common blight.

For in the tale of a cold's embrace,

There lies a reminder, full of grace,

To cherish well-being when it's found,

And relish in every healthy sound.

So let us bid this cold farewell,

Embrace the warmth, the stories to tell,

For amidst the frost, we find release,

And appreciate the blessings of inner peace.