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The light fades into twilight; The last rays of the sun linger over the white flowers Caressing them with dying radiance. The sun dips beyond the horizon; Plunging the world into night. The moon illuminates the world; Wan and sickly, shining through the mists The white flowers glowing; Like stars mirrored upon the dark ground. The frost spreads; Freezing the ground as it goes. Dramatically the spider web is transformed; Becoming a sculpture of ice gems. The wind rattles the bare branches; Old father oak shivers. The clouds move across the sky; Blocking out the moon and stars. The frozen surface of the river; Begins to crack and groan. Owl peeps out from his hole; Deep within the tree. The clouds break open in places; The moonlight returns. The white flowers close their petals; To hide away from the cold. Darkness rules; Until dawn.
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