As the night creeps upon, the air is cold
Beneath the dark as the snow filters the air in the dark
again this feeling in my bones; makes me feel really old
Please listen! Can you not hear it; a sweet song of the singing lark.
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Beautiful rendition of words, elegantly crafted with clarity of thought and mind. A lovely work of art. Thanks for sharing Eva.
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Winter blues! ! The air is cold! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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