The Sweetest Time Of The Year Poem by abu tarek md tahsin
The Sweetest Time Of The Year
It descended like a cloak
In the depth of the dark night
Covering the fields
And all the lined up buildings
When morning reached the old city
Blurry was the sky and everything in-between
Winter was here
In the chilly cold of November
Though there was no snow
There was no reindeer
But winter it was
The sweetest time of the year
The best of times
All along the tropics
One could hear
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