A new day, blanketed in snow—
fresh, untouched, gleaming under the first light.
Morning's quiet breath stirs the air,
and winter turns another page
in the slow, moving dance of seasons.
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Author:
Igor Marynowski (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2026 01:33
- Category: Nature
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