The-Secret-Code

The chill in the breeze, The frost on the ground, Crisp on a moonlit night. A young boy's figure Glides through the streets, His breath a clouded fog. Eyes like crystals, Hair like snow, He walks with staff in hand. Alone in the world, Unseen by all, He strides like a ghost through the town. Young children seen Through a window pane, Bask in the glow of the hearth. Unseen goes the boy Who stares unnoticed and lost At the joy before his eyes. A tentative move, A soft hand to the glass, Which freezes beneath his touch. He turns away, To the dark of the night And raises his head to the sky. A tear flows unseen, Silent an