Laila Banjar Biography

The cold winters dawn, the sky cloudy and grey,
Frost on the grass, morning song arises the day,
Stillness speaks words of calm and peace,
The closeness of fog before it lifts its embrace,
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I sit at the window and watch the world rise,
My eyes flicker between the trees and the brightening skies,
My hands cold to touch, my breath billowing and hot,
I remember the fresh spring mornings that are so often forgot.
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