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Winter's Charity


Strolling on a blue-black night
Soft crystals float from above
With the earth you fall in love.
Unseen air becomes a mist
Cool-blue crunch, each step persists
Trees adorn their arms in white
Canopy pale-blue moonlight
Each winter donates such a scene
A sensual gift for strolling beings.

a simple poem and not unattractive!

Me thinks the writer must have been knee deep in Emily Dickinson when writing this...seems to have that sort of essence, but without all that ED talent

L