A Winter's Silent Night

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long distance

      Behind the stillness of space

      the wind hides its self;

      yet in the void and timed space,

      we can feel the chill she left behind.

      The crescent moon stands peeking

      through the shades of clouds;

      indiscreetly opening and closing

      the sky’s celestial blades.

      The loneliness of silence hangs in space;

      winter has chosen her bedfellow. 

      All is well and the night gradually blankets

      footprints the journeying sunset left behind.