Cold was the morning, born from a freezing
night, cold is the day which the morning
begat, laying gray upon the white waste
of the bleak winter landscape. No cheerful babe
can come from a union chill, and cold will too be
the early dusk it shall dutifully embrace,
to birth the freezing starless night,
from its frigid womb emerging.
18.02.2023
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