Winter Morning
Wind goes touching my face.
Slowing my walking pace.
It is gentle but eager.
My temperature to gather.
Trees seem freezing.
My town is still sleeping.
The sun will wake up soon,
And will say good-bye to the moon.
Walking along the street alone.
I feel refreshed with growing dawn.
This is winter morning
I'm on the way to working
Fengleishanren.
Copyright © Makoto Ogino | Year Posted 2015
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