hong kong max

crisp, clear

an emptiness is broken.

each step

disturbs the snow

which has gathered at dawn.

time is still, resting

and alone, the wind

crawls about a silent wood.

knowing that warmth

will chase her

to her end,

winter reigns

but for a short passing.

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