February 19, 2008
The sun goes down
the moon shines bright
in the sleeping town
with a soft blue light.

The air is cold
there is no sound.
Your feet make a mold
in the snow on the ground.

The stars are glowing
the wind starts to blow.
The light is showing,
reflecting off the snow.

The winter is fun
but I like the sun.

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