Winter Mirage
When the rain is brooding
the leaves hang low and heavy
We take the path we see is most clear
home blurs to a mirage.
The autumn tones blend
like people in a festival
We stroll all in a dream
We depend on another's warmth
to keeping us going
like when huddled together
on a winters morning
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