❄️Winter love❄️

As the beats goes along

As the beats goes along

The melody in me longs for the song

As the days grows out from gold

As the days grows out from gold

The cold in me longs for the silvery hold

As the winters finds the roses to sigh

As the winters finds the roses to sigh

The fragrance in me longs for every missed try

As the letters builds into mountain of words

As the letters builds into mountain of words

The old story in me longs for the highs of the closest bonds

And then the now hooks

And then the now hooks

The elegance in me longs for good gum boots!

– love always, masuma