The tree wears
the mist
like a cape
gifted by the wind
Funnels the cold
in its branch-cage
Protecting the lone chair
From the black night
The leaves dance
in the dying drizzle
The Mist
A Blind Bird
There's no sky, just stars.
The tree wears
the mist
like a cape
gifted by the wind
Funnels the cold
in its branch-cage
Protecting the lone chair
From the black night
The leaves dance
in the dying drizzle
A Blind Bird 
“The tree wears
the mist
like a cape” – true that! like ghosted superheroes with super powers of serenity
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I know, right?! I hope for a misty winter this year. ^_^
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I like your poems and the pictures are absolutely amazing and fit so well with your words, poems.
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Thank you! ^_^
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