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Winter dawn

A poetcard from Norwich

Gold the sun

through frozen city mist,
and the first frosts of winter.
Dawn walking
through busy city streets,

and the last gasps of clearing,

towards the turning,
the year's ending,
end of yearning,
and a crisp clear snow-bright
new beginning

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