Written on November 22, 2024
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"The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence" - Dean Koontz. Still as the winter’s night, mourning When will we heed His soft warning? Snow dreams, believes, sometimes a sign, This is the still who makes souls shine. Gentle flakes, silently falling, At times, winter’s breath comes calling, Warming hearts and souls, so divine, This is the still who makes souls shine. Whispering to the spirit, winds Risking moments as night rescinds Wind rebels, and stutters a whine, This is the still who makes souls shine. Snow blesses those who love winter, Wonder afore life’s midwinter, Song of love, falling on the pine, This is the still who makes souls shine.
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