Saturday, November 20, 2010
     
    
    
       
      
      
      
      
      The first pale rays of sunlight tint the slumbering world
Still shivering in the cold embrace of monochrome mist
First in sepia, then in richer tones
Until at last the dreamer wakes in colours bright
To greet the warming sun with happy sighs
Labels: poem, running, winter
 
      
      
     
   
     
    
    
  
   
  
  
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