Late December Dreaming
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Night skies are studded
With twinkling stars, as I drift
On the air of dreams;
Clutching my umbrella.
I keenly observe
The beauty and the magic
Of the snow-laden
Villages and towns below.
All the people look
So small as I pass them by.
Soon I will awake
From the soft embrace of sleep,
But such memories
I will treasure forever!
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