whispers
soft love; dove grey
the wind bites
forever mist kisses my forehead slowly
your aura still lingers.
whispering; dreaming
dancing the mysteries of
lullabies between
honey dazzles and midnight blues
you call it peace it is
until the emergence of dawn
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