I've always wondered
About the winter's light,
So much thoughts pondered
Through the day and night;
Come and go as feelings are
Everything that I may see,
There is a falling wishing star
In at sight from top of a tree.
Like winter lights flow away
Mood are going on and on,
Shortest is the winter's day
All sky fires now almost gone;
Best of dreaming coming in
As the candles flickers through,
Twilights mornings with a tin
Colors dim in a darkish blue.
I've always wondered
What it was deep and why,
Running risks and adventured
In a beautiful moon less sky;
Nothing is too far in motion
That you can't see it moving,
Every dream has its notion
To earth's reality reproving.
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