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In the Midst of Rain, Winter Approaches

The days are diminishing to their shortest duration.

Night comes sooner and sooner.

Yet in the bleakest and darkest of hours, a crystalline secret unfurls feathery ice blossoms.

Underneath a winter sky

a distant train sings out the miles. 

And so I wonder can it be, 

will every mile bring you to me?
A promise made may still come true,
so I am waiting here for you.
If you don’t come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?
Christmas bells ring out their chimes,
I hear them echo through the night.
And moonlight shines upon the road,
and trembles on the falling snow.
I look into the midnight blue,
so many stars I never knew.
If you don’t come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?
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