The six-point stars drop soundlessly and clump upon the ground
Does a single word seem like it would the perfect silence cleave?
Their whiteness coats the world, no imperfections to be found
Do you ever stop to contemplate a quiet winter's eve?
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The flakes compact beneath my boots as stealthily I creep
Through drifts of white, as fluidly as water through a sieve
Stars keep their watch, the sky's awake, though all beneath it sleep
All but I who contemplate this peaceful New Year's Eve.
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My breath turns cloudy in the air as I take it in, agape
The chill slides in to play with skin, under hat and through the sleeve
Soft snowflakes still are drifting, each in gorgeous chiseled shape
A white new year will follow close behind this wintry eve.
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My shining eyes reflect the sky as my heartbeat starts to soar
The constellations wink at me -- they're alive, I do believe
And though the whispers of my wishes have been lost at sea before
I lift my eyes and wish for you on this silent winter's eve.
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Original Poetry
PoetryI write about a "she" person feeling all these things. It feels like I'm telling a fictional story, which feels worlds better to believe.
