I woke up in the drizzle new morning glow
Where the raindrops touches the earth and plays
Just before the winter's coming of snow
When dark comes with shades many grays
Between the rivers that icy will hold
Into life chips of faraway springs seeds
Woods where yellow blanching leaves unfolds
Where autumn and the cold shall meet its deeds
I woke to dream space of faraway lead
Into the clusters of dreaming and fills
On shadowy roads - lonely did ride
Where frosty roses on my window bred
Silvery blossoms of glowing cold thrills
Until the new spring again here shall glide
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