Winter dawn,
has set upon,
misty morning,
cold;
Singing songs,
in silent calm,
placid words,
untold;
The morning sun,
oozes through,
soft-silken-
haze;
To shine upon,
these foggy plains,
dancing in,
their daze;
Winds they sleep,
unperturbed,
shivering in,
the mist;
Where specks of dust,
prance about,
ecstatic, winter-
kissed.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
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