Wintry morn

The mist and fog
Arriving out of bog
Spread their wings
On the road they
Translucency bring,
And sings the sleepy day
Of chilly wintry holiday,

The sun as it seems
Forgetting his duty
Wrapped in blanket
Fast asleep in his bed
Dreams of songs too
Of leaves drenched by dew.


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