I close my eyes,
another guise,
a snowy scene,
outside it seems,
I can feel,
a lovely cold,
I look up,
fluttering my eyes,
a yellowy moon,
poking thru,
slightly,
in heavy clouds,
this night feels,
gentle on my soul,
as if,
snow flakes,
could almost tell.
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