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24 hours ago, that day Breeze skirted through city heights Sweeping the azure, blushing blue With white strokes of thoughtful cloud. With the seemingly same rays of dawn The city wakes up, to look out the window In all of its wonder and familiarity Heavy thoughts of clouds resting on bare earth. Despite the cold air Slicing through skin and spine People go about the day, Making friends with innocent snow. How pretty it seems Nature's most profound element Dressing up for its season In all is...

Photo Credits- Google Waiting at Track 16 On a midwinter afternoon The waning azure that drifted when I entered The station below the skyline. My mind recalls That long Wednesday Waiting for the train, and my feet's Rhythmic taps on the marble floor. Where my heart Remained still and quiet My eyes wavered, to the wristwatch Drawing a picture of 4:16pm. 'Do you mind if I sit here?' Slightly startled, I look up To a smiling face with white hair With kind, eloquent eyes. 'So, how was your day?'...

Ever feel that irresistible urge to take a photo when you are with your loved ones having the best time, or that moment when the sky suddenly blushes deep pink in the azure, with the clouds framing its pretty face, and suddenly disappears into nothingness when the curtains of dusk draw themselves to welcome the elegant blackness of night, its tapestry woven with stars both near and small? Or when you are driving into the night, and the city's magnificent landscape seems to arise from the...