It’s a frosty morning,
The howling blizzard
moving around chaotically,
I’m stranded at my home, baffled,
Gazing at the cinder that reminds
me of the things I left halfway,
As the fog steals the light from the Sun,
The day looks like a greyscale photograph.
Last Bench Donkey Poetry 
I found a rare tranquility in this poem…
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You’re welcome 🌷
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