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Monochrome Morning
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Frost-crusted trees sparkle against the never-ending sky,
A billion tiny points of light, piercing grey velvet
Backlit by the promise of a new day.
Foreboding.
A foretelling of Nature’s impending fury.
The morning shows no colour,
A monochromatic symphony of frozen slumber,
Beautiful in its simplicity.
My heart warms at the sight,
As my body shivers against frigid air.
Time and space suspended,
Fixed for the briefest of moments,
As I drink in the unlikely splendour,
Becoming one with the many shades of grey.
Loving the unloveable,
At least for a while.
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