The Night
A cold winter night
Oh such a beautiful sight
The gentle breeze
Yet you never freeze
Coldness against the cheek
Wet grass beneath the feet
Chills down the spine
In a straight line
Something that comforts in the night
And holds really tight
Will flow into you
And fill you up
Have no sense of direction
It points in the right direction
Without Wind
Nature will never speak again.
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