Absorbed
What soul is this that pass my window pane?
No fairer sight than thee as I awake.
The sun that lights the sky but is so plain,
grows dimmer, as it passes in your wake.
At times, the spirit in you burns so bright,
that blossoms bloom when winters on the wane.
And when the sun is covered by the night,
that strolls across a bright blue winter main,
when winter nights are covered with a shroud,
they brighten in the flicker of your eye.
This life you've touched has made me very proud
yet, touches every soul beneath the sky.
Reflections in the winter moon you light,
that draws me to you every winter night
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