The glittering frost Assaults my eyes As I stumble into the night The starry heavens Illuminate The waning moon shines bright Hundreds of souls Stir not from sleep But beneath warm blankets lie Their dreams, Like glimmers of promises, Flit nimbly across the sky The sharp cold air Stings mercilessly As I raise my face to see The far off light Of anc…
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