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Haiku #12,077-12,078
Gray eyes of sky wept
No trace of summer lingers
But winter bears gifts.
Its skies, pure and white
Wonder grounds of joy delight
Fireplace warm and bright.
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Copyright © Iris E. S-Lewis | Year Posted 2015
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