Each time it snows,
Something within gets kindled,
A hint, a waft, a fragrance,
Of a memory…
Four of us sitting together,
Under the thatched roof,
Listening to the pitter patter,
Holding an earthen cup of tea.
The mist swirls around the hills,
The early twilight spills over,
Our cottage so happy and warm,
In the firelight everything glows.
I hug her from behind,
He chuckles a little.
She tousles my hair,
And love gets scattered into the air.
A distant melody plays away,
A smile gets thrown on,
Each of us is so complete, and yet so alone,
Like a snowflake which is a part of the storm.
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