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Feb 12
You hear the snow
raining in the sky
and think… that the
thunder is mighty.

But at the top of the star,
in the tree lay the moon
beside the dew,
the droplets falling close,
the horizon filled with blue.

After the coming day
of the night
the stars still shine
beside the sunlight.
wardsheart
Written by
wardsheart  27/M/Belgium
(27/M/Belgium)   
19
   Clay Micallef
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