Morning mist pervades, all things silent,
The lashing chill, entwines yesterday's pain.
Deep within the cloud's shadow, the wind
gently caresses,
Quietly carrying those unspoken imprints.
It blows onto the windowpanes, like silent drizzle,
Reminding me, that life must, in its quietude,
Break free from shackles, seek truth,
Like this story at the window, self-evident without words...๐โจ02172026 ยฉLanZhan
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