Christmas has come.
The New Year is yet to be born.
Night skies are lulled by a waxing moon.
Snow falls.
Shinney ice laces the air.
Coyotes howl.
Winter's deep chill prevails.
Salty tears fall.
I will sleep peacefully tonight,
Knowing that you will be there,
In my dreams.....loving me.
We will be warm.
Original by: N.E.R.
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