Winters Night

The snow has fallen.
Clouds of steam bellow from my breath.
Cold is the air, that bites my skin.
Crunch, Crunch, as I walk thru the drifting snow.
The stars above, bright in a dark sky.
Here I stand, open and alone.
Silence, silence, the snow has fallen.

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