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A Winter Morning

As I step out

Into icy air

My face is plated stiff with the cold.


I take a step

Then another step

Each one weighing down upon my soul.


Many a mile

I travel down then

Rigid, aching and burdened by sores.


It takes long but

After some time I

Find relief when I enter indoors.


The cold though has

Refused to leave me

Silently, in me it does reside.


I rub my palms

Then I hug myself

But the heat just cannot reach inside.


My head is numb

My heart is heavy,

I rest then, dully upon my chin.


I close my eyes,

A face appears

And kindles a cosy warmth within.


Then there comes hope

That the morning will

Shed its winter cloak off in sunlight.


I shall return

To where I belong

Lonely no more, being alone inspite.

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