Spin and dance
Sprinkled frost drops
Land by chance
On petal, on twig
On blade, on leaf
Kissing each surface
With crackled motif
Moonlight glints
On lithe little shapes
Flitting about
The cold nightscape
Dawn creeps in
A glow in the East
Wings tire
Festivities cease
Weak light reveals
Lines icy pale
From frolic under
The inky veil
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