NICE HAVEN
by
Adithya Pramod
The sun is hidden, hence no light,
But it doesn’t matter, all is still bright
It is not bitter cold, like it is told
The air is cool, but is blocked by the wool
Crunch! Goes the ice, it is very, very nice
Everywhere in sight, the rooftops are painted white
In white are the trees creamed
Like all the cakes I have dreamed
Scarves and jackets are common
All this makes it a nice haven.
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