On a cold night

by Myloka? - Not entered

It was a lucid night on which frost would bite
Playful & curious,
But never in spite.

I looked out a window
up at the sky,
for it was only a mirror,
dead were my eyes.

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Date created: 1998-02-12 16:18:30
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:59
Poem ID: 48784

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