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I love the winter night
The cold dark so stark and bright
No one out, none in site
Walk on for miles in silent moonlight
So peaceful is the fair
Midnight cleansing air
That washes over me
As my dog and I pass there
Stunning the resplendence
Of its pristine clarity
Like a mountain stream falling
Making soft the mind's horizon
Gently flowing
Carrying us along
While others sleep well
We continue on
All of us wrapped up together
In the watchful starry blanket
A sea of souls, the Painter's brush strokes
Canvasing the texture of innocence
Like one who takes my hand and
Calms that which tries to comprehend
The unending unseen extending out
Beyond the steps I set about
On to the unspoken blowing whispers
Over the white snow and black Terran lake
So refreshing to this ethereal kite
Pure and beautiful, the winter night
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