The Winter Within Poem by Amar Agarwala

Cold is the wintry breath
Against my withered skin,
Wish could tell the season
My heart's colder within;

In me lies a graveyard
Dark, desolate and stark,
Where my days lie buried
Sans epitaph to mark;

Winter will soon turn to
Spring smiling at its door,
But my heart will remain
Shrouded in ice and snow.

I shall need wait until
It's consigned to a yard,
Where the seasons will smile
At worldly doors debarred.
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