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Lazy winter rain ... | I Rhyme Without Reason
winter mist fills the morning sky; a quilt held upon the still world, skims the head of swaying trees, falls on new leaves as silver dew, such a refreshing sight to view; its scentless scent enchants me, in a heap I lie, only awake partly, as these endless flecks of mist cloud my clear window ... Read moreLazy winter rain …