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Thursday, October 14, 2010

Snow Night

Snow night as bright as noon
The winter moon dances
Across a frozen lake

Air chilled without a breeze
Has trees standing silent
Limbs ebony silhouettes
Against a crystal sky

The breath of angels floats
Across the ground
As they call to one another
Bidding welcome and
Speak of the miracles
They will convey before morning

Peace walks through snow dreams
Leaving its footprints
On the hearts of a world sleeping
Praying it can remain when
Humanity awakens

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