Waking in the night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing.
It has rained enough
to turn the stubble on the field
black.
Winter rain
falls on the cow-shed;
a cock crows.
The leeks
newly washed white,-
how cold it is!
The sea darkens;
the voices of the wild ducks
are faintly white.
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I can simply say you are one of my dearest friends on here, your poetry is amazing to say the least. I hope you become a great poet and life comes easy to you. May all your wishes come true and may you be greatly recognized by all your fans