Icy Moonlight - Poem by Blood Rose
Snowy mountains tipped in ice, Twinkles.
Little snowmen all lined up in a row, Smile warmly.
Yes its time, For the moonlight dance!
Snow slowly glides down, Floating softly.
Houses down a Street glows,
Bright, warm, loving, lights escape windows.
Yes its time, For the beginning.
Snow and frost shields the naked branches of each tree,
Like a blanket on a new-born child.
Eggnog bottles all placed in neat little rows.
Yes its time, for snow to fall.
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