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swirling about the street lamp,

caught in the cold of winter’s breath,

snowflakes in their dance shown a halo,

and in the magic of moment’s wealth,

voices in song carried my spirits high.

I thought perhaps the wind serenaded me,

or carolers finding their tune sang in joy,

but the road held no footsteps but mine,

yet sweetly and clear the voices rained.

I smiled to my imaginations wish it be Angels,

and a flutter of wings surrounded the night,

as belief filled my eyes, a smile filled my being,

for swirling about the street lamp,

halos in unison danced among the snowflakes.