In sepia tones I can see my city enveloped
A cold gloomy day, adorned with a mystical white fog
As the sun tires to shine behind the clouds
And the eagles soar above my window
As I look outside, as far as my gaze allows
I know the winter has arrived
For it creates an illusion, of everything swath in rime
Originally posted on Monday, December 04, 2006 1:48 PM
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