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The Final Winter 

I feel strange –

Like a star that exploded eons ago,

Scattering golden dust 

Which soon swirled away into infinity,

Leaving a cold trail. 

It’s winter – and the coat I wear barely keeps me warm.

The fire beyond my walls

Is burning bright 

And they sit huddled around it,

Their pale faces glowing.

Not mine – I don’t belong to that part of the world.

I am not one of them.

My veins strain against 

My pale, translucent skin

And my gnarled fingers 

Clutch my walking stick.

The chill has settled around me

Like a grey cat that has found a shady spot.

It’s the final winter

And I am freezing.

And yet 

I feel a warmth slowly

Seeping into my heart.

Perhaps the time has come

For a new spring.

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Photo By: Sapan Patel

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Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep me  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark evenings  talking to the stars or thinking

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