Listening to natural unstressed lines
Of countryside under clear skies
Embraced by the warmth of reading
Frost on the roads,
Sheep in the field,
Two poets walk away to the landscape
After hearing two national poets
Saying hello, they walking in the glow
Of a corned sun defining sense,
Happiness precise, the warm room of words
in the winter land of writing.
Let this be our scene to reference
All our smiles
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