Winter nights are magic - Amanda Shaw

Reflections in the window,

Shapes I cannot see.

Warmth remembered.

Gentle winds

And laughing snow.

White brightness

On the inside too.

The lightest in awhile

On the inside too.

Pieces are lost,

Fragments misremembered,

But heart in the fire

That still burns.

Gold shines on the streets,

The stars are falling,

All as it was.

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Amanda Shaw is a newer writer, recent college graduate, friend, chemist, sister, equestrian, and future doctor.