Too night

Moonlight paints the world in pale white,
Shadows stretch as they come to life,
So beautiful the dark of night,
And winter wind cut like a knife.
I'm hypnotized by the unseen,
As darkness seems to entice me
my mind wanders to thing obscene,
Imagining what couldn't be.
Poetry lives in the unknown
Creative minds give it a glow,
But the beauty of what I've shown
you created it on your own.

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[Bare Trees]

The words are a guide for our imagination to recreate as we read them. I agree, Nice.