A foggy
night, a lonely spot.
A white back
in the blizzard air.
A mid light
gleaming in an only place,
Just a thin
tear drips slowly down.
The night is
a blur of dancing cloud mist.
Butterflies
prance with the moon light fog.
An only girl
sitting alone,
a dark flower hat,
on the top
of her head.
Her brown
hair sways shinning with light.
On the red
vest
that was
fancily made.
Smooth sewed
quilt laying quiet as a mouse.
The soft
wind blows through the lantern below.
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