winter’s dance

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


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


and then the night falls.


and the love is lost.


and the yearning
begins,


again.

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