The sky was clear,
and snow covers the ground;
a blanket that would take me ill
should I feign some sleep upon it.
The moon was full;
a spotlight for the blanket on the ground.
The bitter air could once more conquer
a fear of darkness from some long time ago.
But should I catch cold,
it was for innocence.
The blanket and nightlight
will help me sleep again.
©LJ
17 January 2014
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