A winter night;
Drags, cold and dark.
A layer of cotton
Sat on the ice.
One star in the sky, blinds.
Don't slip while you're out.
Streets are empty;
Everyone hides.
They can't enjoy
This beautiful night.
She waits for the sun,
To brighten things up,
Get rid of the cotton
And melt her hard ice.
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