A Christmas Trance
The snow falls,
a blanket of white
a cover of black.
Two lovers stroll
hands clasped and eyes locked.
Lost in a world of magic.
They are one;
completely surrendering
their hearts and souls speak.
Content with one another,
untroubled by reality,
untouched by time.
They start to enter,
a simple sweet place
they call home.
And on the doorway
was the mistletoe,
glowing with the moonlight.
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