Forest walk–crisp night,
Moon reflecting off snow white.
Pure as God’s Angels
Welcoming the virgin birth
Into this diluted world.
So short a time is the beauty unspoiled;
Where footsteps have not yet soiled.
Until man imparts his bloody mark
Corrupting nature’s pristine gift.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
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