The mystical morning mist
Shrouds everything in a haze
And Silent tremors shake
Leaving traces of warmth in its wake
The rays of the sun cut through
Everything in its path
And Sets ablaze the sky
In a sudden splash of colours
Every winter morning comes
Not just with biting cold winds
But with a hope that ignites
And fills us with warmth
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