Winter
approaching
Fresh snow
on fir trees and all
Homeless
shivering
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POETS The Original
At the
waterhole
All animals
in peace
So it seems
Day and
night
Rusting
ferris wheel
Across the
Yalu
Spring evening
Frogs begin
their concert
No ticket
needed
Snow and the
city
Clouds move
with the breeze
Scrunching
steps
During the
dark hours
Moon is
leaving on my mind
His silvery
steps
.
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