Day 8 of Advent

Winter’s Whisper
The world wrapped in a silver hush,
Snowflakes fall in a gentle rush.
Bare trees stretch to touch the sky,
Winter’s breath a frosty sigh.

Footsteps crunch on a sparkling ground,
A quiet calm, no other sound.
Stars like crystals, the moon aglow,
A timeless dance of ice and snow.

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