One night before last I awoke very late and I peered outside, everything was frozen and shadowed in a wintery frost and the dark neighbourhood was completely still. The only movement outside was the chimney next door smoking thickly into the night and all the other chimneys in the street as well. There were no clouds, the stars were twinkling and the smoke was blowing. Quite a sight
I was frost outside One Quite wintery late a peered still. and no I, and all the neighbourhood were only movement outside, There was The other chimney in clouds smoking and the very night well completely awoke frozen in the stars as the night were chimneys and everything before a twinkling dark. shadowed was the next street and the thickly smoke was the last door blowing into sight.
Everyday she speaks to me
An angel of grace in her delicate beauty
She’s always here with me, though rarely seen
She helps me to realise how far away I’ve been
When I’m lost, condone and feel I’m alone
She knows just how to break ice and stone
Her message is a whisper
But its resounding in our home
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