The moon stares at me coldly
As the wall of mist stands tall
Between it and me
The stars move in slow paces
Plodding through thick snow
Setting the sky free
Listening to the silence of dark
Night I stand at the door to see
Land draped in white
With soft wind beating the face
My mind feels peace and love
Flying at a great height
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