When you walk around
without a sound
hidden from the light.
Where you’ll find a key
to true beauty
swallowed by the night.
Then there comes a chill
wish unfulfilled
granted by your delight.
A few drops of rain
try to obtain
this exquisite sight.
Or snowflakes as well
wonderland spell
angels rest in white.
I hope I don’t fail
your secret hail
much love, to the night. |
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