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Written for Stormy Lady's Show Me Your Poetry and Win contest |
DECEMBER MOON Mystic in its spendor is the light of the December moon Interrupting our sleep and dreams with the night winds haunting tune. A silvery beam of light descends from Heaven up above - Filling the room with comfort Of His great abiding love. There is no other time of year when the magic seems so clear, our hearts desire - peace on earth, seems oh, so very near. Countrymom 12/3/04 |