'The air falls softly, silent white
A frozen whisper guilds the night
Till in the grey of first moon time
A silent breath condensed and pure
comes blowing in the dark azure
An amber halo overland
to beckon dawn in new made land
A deserted vastness silent, white, still
but for a glitter shifting through the chill
and here to highest of peaks we'll go
and finding virgin canvas there
to paint our line without a care
expressing our hearts deepest desire'
Thats my poem
you can laugh if you want
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