Thick with fog
The air is still.
Frost fall, night fall -
The frozen earth
Wonders if beyond
The...
Thick with fog
The air is still.
Frost fall, night fall -
The frozen earth
Wonders if beyond
The haze
The chill
The hidden depths
Of torpid life
Something of hope,
Of long dead summer
Remains and waits.
We are entombed
In winter air
And dreams
Seems to slumber
Faraway.
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