Whispers in the Cold

In the quiet of winter's longest nights,
    Where shadows bend a pale moonlight.

A heart encased in cold, white snow,
    It yearns for warmth, yet still unknown.

Loneliness, a bitter friend, in silence,
    It whispers without end.

Yet through the frost, a spark ignites,
    Hope dances softly into this night.

Each flake that falls, a tear once shed,
    Words of hope once left unsaid.

Though in the stillness, dreams will grow,
    From barren earth, new life will show.

Just search within, you'll see His light,
    To guide you through the dark of night.

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