In the realm of black and white, Where misty winter paints the sight, A canvas draped in somber tone, The sadness whispered, deep and lone. Through fog’s embrace, the landscape veiled, A tale of melancholy, slowly unveiled, Photographs of whispered tears, Capturing moments, frozen years. For black and white photos, they hold the key, To the depths of our souls and what we see, In misty winter’s embrace, the sadness unfurls, Yet the flight of birds brings hope to the world.


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