A Christmas Trance

Location

India
20° 35' 37.2624" N, 78° 57' 46.368" E

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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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