of a lost star

neither near,

nor distantly far…


Sparkling, quietly


the silent, stillness

of a stormy

winter night…


A warm soft

blanket of snow

covered Mrs. Nature

in, for sparkling

star-lighting show…


As the drifting

star-light of lov,

filled each an all

touching lov

to each, an every soul….




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