In this foggy winter morning
Memories ring
Your words wake up
From dream’s own cup
This winter morning’s pale, frail, sun
Touches no one
This cold heart wants
A bit of warmth
This dawn recalls those crystal days
When all were gay
Happiness flowed
Even nights glowed
Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #24 hosted by Thotpurge
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