Slowly the darkness increased,
taking with it beauty of the daylight,
which guided our way through
the masses of untrodden paths,
presenting with far lovely a sight,
everything basked in milk,
the silvery whiteness spreading itself,
on those still forms of the night,
showering them with an unknown beauty,
that cannost exist under the sun,
that creates a wonder,
of the perfection never lost,
never to miss, never to cheat,
of the divine architect.
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