Breath steaming Upon crisp
frost air. The first shards of light Yet to appear. Birds
chirping Only sound Upon cool morning air. Winters touch
upon my face Awakens my to the day. Soon, Sun will rise And
day will begin. But for now I enjoy the
serenity.
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