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Winter’s Sorrow

How I wish

This heart would ache

As the little girl sold

Soggy matches in the cold.


How I wish

This snow would soften

As the tiny toes numbed

Within worn-out boots, two sizes big. 


How I wish

This frost would thaw

As the stiff, wrinkled hands

Trembled to hold the pail.


How I wish

This ice would melt

When the embers long bid goodbye

And the stove refused to warm up.


How I wish

This blizzard would relent 

As the tattered old bed

Failed to cocoon the fragile limbs.


How I wish

This existence of mine

Stole the frozen tears 

And vanished into the dark. 


Photo By: Alice Key


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Written by Srivalli Rekha

An MBA graduate, Srivalli Rekha also has an MA in English Literature. She loves to write, blog, cook, take pictures, draw and craft silly things. Nature is her greatest inspiration.
Her works have been a part of Sweek Flash Fiction Book 1 & 3, SweekStars 2018 Book, Tales From the Cliff, Tales From the Toybox, 72 Hours of Insanity: Anthology of the Games Volume IV, VI, & VII by Writer’s Workout, Hawk’s Nest by ArtoonsInn Room9 Publications, The Way We Were by Poetry Planet Publishing House, Arise from the Dust Anthology by Let’s Make Stories, Indian Summer in Verses by Plethora Blogazine and Writersgram, Route 13: Highway To Hell and Blood Runs Cold by The Hive. Violets in Hand and The House of Justice, her self-published ebooks are available on Amazon.
Her works will be part of Hawk’s Flight and Rewind Poetry Collection by ArtoonsInn Room9 Publications, The Women That I Am Anthology by RRxMM.

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