Saturday, May 30, 2026

A Winter Poem

Mornings are so hazy
As the lazy clouds hung over the city;
Beneath a blanket of Love
May each of you sleep,
But you have promises to keep
Before you sleep.

So though the mornings are lazy
Sun is smiling taking away the mist,
Yet sometime we all wish
May the lazy clouds never leave the sky.

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