the everyday walk
I am heating my body
the quick march
up in the park grimly
trees without leaves
up are pushing with view
sad and bare,
are wobbling,
behind every breeze
the wind is blowing
straight into the face
is hindering breath
the autumn is gone,
and with her nostalgia,
white will please us
Charming winter picture. Written lightly and efficiently. It stopped and it enraptured.
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Charming winter picture. Written lightly and efficiently. It stopped and it enraptured.