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On A Clear Winter Night
By
Rusty Broadspear
On a clear winter night,
Standing alone, atop a heather clad hillside,
I turn and turn,
And revel at the dance of the stars.
Clean biting air reddens my face.
Nature presents me with a perfumed bouquet,
As she rests in sleep,
Contemplating another day.
Such simple solitude.
How could something so magnificent
So utterly breathtaking
Be enhanced even further, deeper?
To share such a moment
Would make for flawless perfection.
A new outlook on wonder, with
Shared, tender, gentle, and warm affection.
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