winter’s dance

soft and whimsical,
gentle harmonies
with glee
upon the final winds
of spring.

errant lovers,
deep in their cups,
and lost in the wonder
of their resonant souls,
seek one last
brush with

and then the night falls.

and the love is lost.

and the yearning


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