Winter Times(P: 1) Poem by Akash Debnath

THESE FALLING MIST OVER THE DARK WATER
FROM THE SKY EVEN MORE DEEPER.
MAKES ME FEEL BLISS, HERE CAME THE WINTER.
COMES EVERY YEAR THE WINTER
AND GIVES ME SOME FRESH FEELING, EVERY YEAR.

THROUGH THE STREETS SAME,
FEELS DIFFERENT AS THE WINTER CAME.
TREES, HOLDING THE EARTH'S SMOKE
EVERY NIGHT THAT GETS IN LEAVES STORE,
FALLS ON THE GROUND, THE DROPS OF EARTH'S SMOKE.

WHAT THE HEAVEN OR WHAT'S A HELL,
COME ON THE EARTH, THOU WILL FEEL
WHAT IS WINTERS BLISS, MORE THAN GOD OR EVIL!
OH, THIS COLD AND WET WINTERS FEEL,
IS SOMETHING MORE THAN THE HEAVENS FEEL.

WHATEVER THOU FEEL WHOLE YEAR,
NOTHING IS GREAT THAN THE FEELING OF WINTER.