Winter's Eyes
 
 
 Free me from Winter's eyes,
So cold inside, so lost.
Her touch, as of ice,
Fallen into as I walk on.
But I must wait,
The season is not yet done
With me,
Whispers quietly,
To I, and I alone,
'She holds me with her eyes,
She is not yet done
With me.
So cold outside, so lost,
In her touch.
Free me from her eyes,
Then I will be gone.'
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir