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winter and lost loves

As the snow falls upon
the leaf soaked ground,
Clouds from above,
shout out loud.
The air is chilled,
frost all around.
A whisper of petals
amongst the twilight's sky.
Sing sad melodies,
all through the night.
As a shooting star,
crests and is visible to
the naked eye.
The moon rises high;
as snowflakes fall from the
heavens above,
I'm reminded of
all lost true loves.