New sonnet

When the winter wind blows i think of her

The fragrant that makes me yearn for the past

we used to lovers. Oh yes we were

but that lovely sensation did not last

It was on a night of a winters day

when the roads were banned because of the ice

"wait on the sidewalk for a bit" "ok"

thats when i went get my gift thats nice

I imagined her waiting when i went

waiting patiently untill i arrived

i was on the way back with her present

but then i saw that she hasn't survived

That car which had drunk driver

he was the only lucky survivor