Winter Morning
Winter morning, wrapped in illusion,
The morning is filled with a blanket of fog.
The cold wind touches the body,
Life is dark in the silent wilderness.
The rays of the sun are golden light,
Make the flowers of the field bloom.
Slowly removing the curtain of fog,
Brings the message of dawn to the soul.
Dew grains on the leaves of the trees,
Shining silver jewelry.
The chirping of birds breaks the silence,
Nature sings a song in the winter morning.
A gentle call in the midst of nature,
Winter morning is like a song.
The words of life mixed with the sun,
The message of happiness in the winter sky.
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