Grey moss-covered day
the chilly aer touches me
Green wintry feels come
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Grey moss-covered day
the chilly aer touches me
Green wintry feels come
Melting frost, Sunny
the vine curls towards the sun
Dew drops are falling
Unkempt grass and weeds
the gothic fence stays hidden
Ghosts of flowers sway
the moonlit garden
cupping a handful of stars
sitting on the lounge
Feet in the corner
My ghosts sit in the cold spot
Haunting my workday
A bitter Winter
They offer a small discount
Selling all the trees
A crisp, lush midday
your music mix makes me move
to find the coffee
Lost in morning fog
the headlights give me away
Fresh wind on my face
red dirt on the shed
scorching heat turns to thunder
a heavy rain rinse
dew drop rose petals
bees buzz for the sweet nectar
naps in the roses