in thy longing I m lost
within the satin folds of warmth
between endless heartbeats of life
whence will spring advent
the wishful flower thirsts
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in thy longing I m lost
within the satin folds of warmth
between endless heartbeats of life
whence will spring advent
the wishful flower thirsts
soumyav 
What a welcome with the words stirring the soul like life’s liquor. Man! I love the poem on the snow and cuddling of words, Soumya.
Oh! Thanks a lot Vishal! They are few words,couldn’t get more to express the feel. Glad you liked.