winter blues

Standard

you are just a click away
still the trembling fingers
say volumes of cumbrous calculations
those digital controls in shaken accuracies
just listen to the inner echoing silence
those steadfast background beats have the whip
frosty minds never had the grip
all’s well when summer heart awakens

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