Winter Trees at Night
Winter trees at night
Meet the Moonlight.
Quiet, tall, and naked,
Without leaves but awakened.
No shoes,
Just naked roots.
Nowhere to go.
The Moonlight sees it all.
A liquid, shine Moon
Moves gently,
Among long branches.
Do they dream of spring tales,
To come very soon,
With dances and romances?
Winter trees at night
Met the Moonlight.
They do not fight.
They are frozen under the bright
Moonlight.
Tomshinsky@2025
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