The night sky stretches, vast and cold, A hollow, starry deep, While overhead the winter birds Have long since gone to sleep. ₊˚⊹☆ ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ ݁₊˚⊹☆ ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ ݁₊˚⊹☆ ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ ݁ They glide on wings I do not possess, Far from this lonely room, A quiet flight, a sharp ascent, Into the gathering gloom. ₊˚⊹☆ ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ ݁₊˚⊹☆ ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ ݁₊˚⊹☆ ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ ݁ I hold my breath and watch them soar, Just silhouettes of flight, Leaving me down here with the chill, Staring into night.
