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A Misty Winter Morning

The harsh winter with the bleak hope
Lashing the houses with cold winds,
Hidden in mist, fog, chill and frost,
The sun struggling to come out
And the gossamers wet with dews.

The pathways still not visible,
I cannot see what it lies ahead,
Dare not step outside
Marking the frost and chill in the air,

The cold and harsh wind lashing.
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