White hills

Darkness falls
The thin moon
rides high above
the distant white hills

Darkness has fallen
A long road ahead
The only light
are the distant stars

Darkness not total
the white hills shimmer
under the new moon
on the far off horizon

An easterly breeze
with the bite of frost
the uncaring stars
twinkle way overhead

The way ahead
away from remaining light
towards far off morning
beyond the distant white hills

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