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Dawn colors / take a cloudless sky / from the night.

A chill wind / that blew nobody / any good.

Crime scene discovered / where mourning dove likely met / its feathery end.

A snow-raining day / weather unsure of whether / to chill or warm up.

Eyes, blurring with time / lead me through life now lived by /approximation.

As soon as the new / season finally arrives / we yearn for the next.

The polar vortex / far from home, holds us tightly / in its icy grip.