2am
Sitting under the stars on a cold clear night
Listening to Daeguemi_Nuna and a serenade of frogs, staring longingly at the moon
My mind travels some great distance outside myself
I must go to where my heart is
My enchanted eyes graze over the twinkling frost covered grasses, and the graceful bare branches of the trees
The soft light caressing their silhouettes
Reminding me of the pale glow of your skin
I don't feel the sting of the crisp air
Warmed by the thought of you
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