Softly

Softly, the snow
so whitely stole
into the night

leaving traces of its glory
upon the dark, bare limbs
of sleeping trees

so that now
with the light of morning dawning
this human eye might see

the beauty in the symmetry
of life
 

? Michaelette ?

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