This year,
It feels as if winter has not come
Where is the cold?
Where is the snow?
I miss the freezing weather,
I miss the cozy fire,
I miss the chill of the wind,
Sweeping across my face
Where is the cool frost?
Where are the pretty flakes?
I want to build a snowman,
I want to revel in the wonderful white bliss,
I want to drink hot chocolate,
Because I need its warmth
Where is the cold?
Where is the snow?
This year,
I wish winter would come,
I desperately wish
It would grace me with its presence.
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