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the pond is still slightly warmer than the long nights cold air
slight, ghostly mist rises without ambition and the mornings breeze
almost imperceptively wisks it away
such is my love, my life,
i can smell it along with winter
feel it in the low humidity
something hopelessly subtle
something always passing
real but always gone away
slight, ghostly mist rises without ambition and the mornings breeze
almost imperceptively wisks it away
such is my love, my life,
i can smell it along with winter
feel it in the low humidity
something hopelessly subtle
something always passing
real but always gone away
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