crispy cold winter night
hurrying to meet some friends
breath forms fog
cars look like they've been
delicately sugar-coated
I pause for a moment
look up to the perfect sky
beautiful
shimmering
multitude of stars
gently twinkling
I recognise formations
some well-known ones
even I can identify
I see my sign of the zodiac
I trace the archer
on the black velvet blanket
of night sky
and I think of you
my friends
gazing upon the same stars
on different night skies
somewhere on the globe
and I feel so very close
to you
and the night
stops being so cold
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