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Blue-Black lining white on a cold night Dancing silhouettes in the moonlit snow Eyes strain to see through the cold The ground must be their stage The man moves closer Beautiful creatures emerge The dancers of the night The breathing slows, the dancers pause. The man watches as dark figures approach The spectacle is not meant for seeing eyes The man is cold and calls them closer He grows tired of his blanket of snow "I beg of you visions, ease my pain" The visions sway- A brilliant dance begins The man watches and smiles Filled with the warmth of a rising sun And yet the breathing stops The night is still dark More black than blue And it is cold An unforgiving cold
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Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 9:27 AM UTC
The Winter Dance
Blue-Black lining white on a cold night Dancing silhouettes in the moonlit snow Eyes strain to see through the cold The ground must be their stage The man moves closer Beautiful creatures emerge The dancers of the night The breathing slows, the dancers pause. The man watches as dark figures approach The spectacle is not meant for seeing eyes The man is cold and calls them closer He grows tired of his blanket of snow "I beg of you visions, ease my pain" The visions sway- A brilliant dance begins The man watches and smiles Filled with the warmth of a rising sun And yet the breathing stops The night is still dark More black than blue And it is cold An unforgiving cold
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snow-child
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 9:27 AM UTC
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