Cold, chilly morning
mist curls over Albert Park Lake,
the water a silver hush,
breath rising like fragile smoke.
A young man walks the path,
scarf looped close,
hands deep in woollen pockets,
shoulders braced against the bite.
Leaves whisper underfoot,
each step a soft echo
in the quiet city’s wake.
The swans drift, serene and slow
he pauses,
watching the ripples widen,
thinking how even the cold
has its calm beauty.
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