Winter Landscape - Poem by Anita Wisniewska
Thick white cloud
Crawling on the skin
Sprinkles acid rain
From disembodied chimney hulks.
All the faces are blank as eggs.
Scarf-muffled, they cough and shuffle
Over wet concrete.
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