When light fills
The morn's mist,
One finds how dew drops
Sparkle awakening of diamonds on leaves,
When light fills
The foggy air,
One gets to dreams of drawing out
Pink pullovers
From almirahs,
And winter
There one thinks
And feels with a mild chill and shiver.
Monday, October 28, 2013
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