How sweet in the Heat,
to dream and beam,
with your feet on a seat,
where the trees are green..
How calm in the cold,
to lay awake,
with the breeze as your companion,
whispering in your ears.
How cold in the haze,
to inhale the sweet scent of dust,
with your eyes outer your window,
as the fog passes by.
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