Your December
I miss December,
With his rainy temper,
I miss witnessing couples;
Holding each other,
Under their multicolor umbrellas.
Perhaps!
I miss your arms,
That holds me so tight.
Perhaps!
I miss you,
You and your voice that asks me;
If I need your warm coat,
And you cover me with it;
Before even I spoke out,
Then you hold me so tight,
With a smile on your lips,
Oh! How I missed it!
Your December!
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