Winter
Daylight warmth is nowhere
The sun, in mourning,
But the snow is beautiful.
A spectacle rapt in monochrome:
Subduing the growing darkness
Descending into stillness,
Closing the days to nights;
Icy stars punctuating the skies-
Gentle and ser...
Beneath wishing stars I lie on my dusty bed, Dreaming in between The spaces of my heartbeat And the silence of your own. Where the somber skies Whisper melting promises; Your stolen kisses Chills in the wind, Drifting in and out Of my dreams, Blowing on The embers Of my heart.
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