Winteryou are chill, cold
I fail to rejuvenate and that give me a reminder 'am growing old
Where is that bold?
The bold women within me feminine yet masculine
That I was in spring and summer
I would like to call you a day winter
I admit you too have your beauty
I really admire the girls pretty
In woolen clothes they look smart
I touch my heart
And remember those old days of mine
I enjoyed the winter sunshine
NowI am old
I can never enjoy your cold
I call you a day
Let me have my say
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