Silent Night

The world is sleeping,
But I am awake
The snow is falling.
Every flake is it’s own remake.

I stand outside
With my arms open wide.
While flakes like powder
sprinkle down on me.

It is near silent.
No cars are heard.
Your thoughts and the soft pitter patter of the snow,
Only you hear.

I look up to the dark, full sky.
Under this wide atmosphere,
My life seems as if it were an open secret.
Standing there in the presence of the one who made it all.

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