The gentle strokes of breeze, painted with ethereal hues,
Came along the cast of shadow, across the landscape of our love, and diffuse.
The echo of your love had timed up along the bell
The love, envisioned to kindle, unexpectedly came to a numbing farewell.
Along the icy words of yours that cut like fragments of glass, leaving a wounded state,
This forlorn heart was bound to surrender through the freezing pace of our fate.
Greeting this season with the absence of my heart’s golden glow,
Wishing joyous holidays to a self that is now buried under the snow.