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Thursday, December 26, 2013

TO THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN HEART

by Richard Schnap

There’s a wind in the night
Coming down from the sky
Blowing cold, blowing hard,
Through the snow-covered streets
Past the church with the light
In its high steeple’s window
That flickers till dawn
Like a candle in the dark

I look at it now
Shining way up above
And think of you sleeping
Somewhere safe, somewhere warm,
And how you once told me
Everyone is a universe
As I listen to the wind
On this cold winter night

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