The seamstress comes when the night grows chill
She embroiders the grass with white
Protecting, from cold
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She gilds the tree with silver
Creating, glowing, glistening
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And when she's done all that
She stops to look back
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And then she covers the land in fabric
A solid white sheet
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Stardust
PuisiWe are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.
