Winter is Here

The pain and sorrow glide like a stream. Kiss me, and I will carry all your pain and sorrows. I can see the dark texture and dry face. It’s December, and winter is here.

I can feel you — don’t say I wish you could! You ought to know this: I always find my trace within you and find you within me. I hope these words are enough to console this yearning soul in this winter.

Being alone, this feeling might never leave your head, and it does not leave mine. The world we live in is full of isolation. The same people who used to be friends and healers — where are those? I can’t see their trace anymore, and I don’t expect too much from them now because winter is here.

I don’t claim to be a healer or a friend. But I can sense the fragrance of pain within you, the same pain I once walked through with bare feet, and I still feel the throb when I see your face. Don’t hide this pain anymore; you are not alone in this cold winter.

You might already know well that my loving heart was reserved only for you the day I felt your blooming fragrance in the moonlight. Whenever I see a Sinjid tree, it reminds me of you. Now that winter is here, it continues to bloom my creativity, just like the Sinjid flower in the moonlight.

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