Winter Morning Poem by Charles WOO

Snow piled up the door in the morning of winter.
All mountains were covered with layer of silver.
They looked like sleeping Buddhas in dead silence.
Clouds danced around the jagged rocks in absence.
No apes came out to collect the gift fruits scattering.
Only cold mist invaded the pines with cranes chirping.
Professor Cheng was very cruel to his students.
During his dozing, they had to stood outdoor in patience.

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