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Crystalline Night

Crisp, cold night air, filling my lungs,
the pristene air making a sense of harmony,
within my mind which this melody resounds.

Look into the night air,
my every breath's mist takes the shape of a million snowflakes,
slowly falling to the ground,
each flake building upon another to form a flaked tower,
sheer and ethereal.

Listen to the night sky... it's breathing slowing to a gentle caress,
the falling flakes, a sign of it's impending remittance,
not many falling nor stirring,
but just enough to make the the night seem,
that it has become... crystalline...

J
oseph Lee Webb
Copyright ©2001 Joseph Webb


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