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Jan 2019
Winter  
is  i  thinking
only  for  me.



All   door  and windows
start   to   close
after  10  o  clock
at  night.




Behind  the
primary   Govt   school
there  are  large
habitat  of
domestic    birds.


This  looks  like
a  tiny   santury  
of  seasonal    creatures.



The  water  stay in
night   that   create
coldness  and  fog.


Winter's  fog
can  not  enter  to
other  rooms.

So  the  fog  and
coldness    are  for  me.

To  be  gathered  near
body  and   books.
Written by
IncholPoem
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