Winter Night

On a cold, clear night, the sky is an ink black expanse,
Where the stars twinkle like snowflakes caught in time.

Distant little lights, so hard and cold, so far away,
Floating in a universe as vast as the imagination.

I stand here in the snow, looking up into the cold of space,
Feeling as if I am falling upward toward the night.

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Inkweaver Review 2008-04-17T09:57:00-05:00

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