Winter - Poem by The Jester
Across the night, the moon is towing
A host of clouds that start it snowing
Upon the silver rivers flowing
A tumbing star, the first flake falls
Wraps the world in icy shawls.
A silent sky, a silent light
Shines down with ghostly pale delight
The shadows of the world take flight
Gone is darkness of before
To dance in moonshine evermore.
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