A winter child I am

Always born in the murky light

of a winter where the skies turn into shades of blues, greys,blacks, and the clouds wrap around themselves.

 

I am a winter child

 

i am born always in the time of total dead

 

Its over dying

 

And sun has hid its face only ccoming back to decieve as it shines warmth through closed windows

 

Don't open the window not even a little ajar. 

 

For the cold winds will chill you to bone

That is why I always shy away from  open windows 

 

I tremble that the warmth is fake

so i prefer to look through the closed window and appreciate

 

Beautiful images i can't hold

 

so I never open my heart