“When She Hugged Her Only Friend — The Little Star Watched Over Her”?

“When She Hugged Her Only Friend — The Little Star Watched Over Her”?

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When the Cold at Night Is Arising in Its Sight

(A poem by Cupcake Creations ,dioris and Sonni)

When the cold at night is arising in its sight,

and the stars begin to whisper through the quiet light,

a little girl with a teddy in her arms so tight,

breathes warmth into shadows, turning fear into white.

Her crown is a promise, her silence a prayer,

the wind hums softly, it knows she’s there.

Though the world feels distant, lonely, and wide,

she holds her heart steady — her faith as her guide.

The moon bends low, to kiss her hair,

the cold can’t touch the love she wears.

For even in frost, her soul takes flight —

when the cold at night is arising in its sight. ❄️💫