Winter (Zemestan)

Your greetings they’ll ignore.With their heads resting on their chests,They seek warmth from their breasts,None affords to lift a head to greet the guests. Vision is limited,The road’s dark and slick.Your extended friendly hand is refused,Not because they are confused;They rather keep their hands where they are warmed.It is frightfully cold. Do not be alarmed.Continue reading “Winter (Zemestan)”