We write something not just based on experiences but also on our own whimsical notions.. And we interpret things differently. I wonder what’s your take on this poem.. 🙂

From far away land
Took a flight and demand
About to bound
Feet on new ground
Snow starts to fall
Stuck in a steep wall
Took a step inside
There, a place to hide
A sip of hot chocolate
Strangers on debate
Music for company
Just one of the many
Stare so intense
It doesn’t make sense
A grin that’s so bright
Blinded by its light
A friend in the making
Genuine human being
Someone with a name
This ain’t a game
Stories never told
Something to mold
With a hand to hold
It’s no longer cold
Time seems to fly
Is this a good bye?
Time now to flee
It’s nice to meet, thee
Oh, ephemeral bliss
Such a cruel miss
Trapped in a mist
Dream’s a beast..