Gurdit
Jan 5, 2021
It creeps in tenderly,
Like a deer,
But it’s not the prey.
It freezes the moments naturally,
Like a snow storm,
Chilling everything with a sway.
It is emotionless,
Yet it carries feelings,
Of yesterdays.
It comes to take, though,
It leaves a scent behind,
Of all the memories in rewind.