Winter's Moon
Glistening in the dark heavens
lies the brightess of all diamonds.
she is sought by oh so many,
all seeking her grand purity.
Unique form, one of those that seeks,
gently blows from the icy peaks.
Herself is as clear as crystal.
Her name, cold but soft, is Mistral.
She climbs high, step by step, upward,
where she gets all closer, onward,
she tries hard to grab but misses
to give it a thousand kisses.
Now all can enjoy the boon
of a chilly winter's moon.
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