Winter's Midnight
The full moon whispers its secrets
To the winter skies,
Telling the dark clouds why its beauty
Is so profound,
The snow drifts eloquently, through
The night it flies,
Till its gently caressed by the frozen
Winter ground,
The trees are frosted with diamonds,
Glinting with the stars,
They stand tall and strong with eyes
As cold as ice,
The south wind covers winter tracks,
Erasing the white scars,
Until north wind blows again,
Ripping another slice,
The full moon encased in silver light,
Over crystal, glows,
Reflecting its prominent purity,
It’s luminescent white,
This exquisite rendition of silence,
Traditional as a rose,
There is no tender beauty like
Winter’s Midnight.
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