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点击复制The northern lights were drifting overhead
A painting every poet’s heart has read
I watched them alone from a frozen bed
Believing dreams and I had long since fled
You joined me quietly without a word
And in your breath a softer storm I heard
You pointed upward;all the colors stirred
As if the heavens waited for your word
Our fingers touched inside our winter gloves
A fragile bridge between two distant loves
The sky became a choir of flying doves
And time itself forgot what distance was
So when the seasons blur and moments sway
Remember how the lights refused to stay
Yet even as they faded from the view
They left their brightest echo here—in you