There is a great difference between perspective and point of views.
Its not about my perspective this time.
Its about the point of view of those whose story is being written in this poetry.
A story that is a lie even after being true.
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SNOW'S POV:~
You know about the feelings of the Dried leaf and the Winter.
But have you ever wondered about my feelings?
Yes, I have been with Summer, Spring and else but Winter is my real love.
I am the love of the Winter.
Have you ever seen anything being more beautiful in the Winter?
I turn Winter more beautiful with my own glory.
Winter glorifies when I surround its nature.
I am the real lover of the Winter.
The Dried leaf is beautiful and looks good with Winter.
But isn't it Winter's glory that beautifies the Dried leaf.
Moon is loved because of its light not scars..........
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You are right, Snow. You are the real love of the Winter.
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DRIED LEAF'S POV :~
Snow is right. She is the real love of the Winter.
Who am I?
I am just an another drop in the oceanic life of Winter.
Snow owns the Winter.
And Winter adores Snow the most.
Me, I am just a part of his glory.
Snow says that she was with Summer, Spring and else but it isn't her fault.
Maybe, she was betrayed back then.
But now, she has Winter who truly loves her.
And Winter can be the someone who has find his whole universe with Snow.
Maybe, Snow was already shattered because of others and.....
Winter became the one to fix her.
Yes, Winter can fix it all. He can fix everyone.
But this Dried leaf can only shatter with his presence.
And I don't even care about it.
If it results myself to shatter, then let it be.
IF BEING BROKEN IS BEAUTIFUL. THEN BEING SHATTERED IS SERENE.
I am a part of Winter's life but.......
Snow is the life of the Winter.
As the sky turned pink, we got closer?
No, we got apart, as the sky turned blue.
Winter! Do you even know about me?
Do you know about my feelings?
Do you know about yourself?
YOU ARE READING
For the WINTER
PoetryThe poet believes in the deep relationship of winter and a dried leaf. The poetry depicts the same. But in reality, only snow has the right to love winter.
