By the pool, where blue skies gleam, Chill air nips at winter's seam. Still water mirrors crisp delight, Sunshine soft, yet sharp as light. A quiet splash, a breath held long- Feels like frost, but sounds like song.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 28th, 2025 13:05
- Category: Surrealist
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