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IN A WINTER'S SILENT NIGHT
Within the dark corridors of space,
The cold wind comes and goes;
Yet, in the void and timed space,
We feel the chill she leaves behind:-
The waxing moon stands peeking
Through the shades of the sky's clouds;
Indiscreetly opening and closing
Their celestial blades:-
In the chilling silence of it all, winter
Has chosen the night as her bedfellow;
All is well as night gradually blankets
The nakedness that the sunset left behind:-