A long night and a gray morning.
It’s like the sky is weeping and sun is too ashamed to come out.
The birds are shivering in their nests, not making a single sound.
Chilly wind sending shivers to the spine, but I stand in the dark and the cold, just to fell my heart beating slow and my breath getting cold.
Me and morning become one as I dissolve in the mist.
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