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Spirits of the night whisper sensuously
Beneath their cover of dreams
Of things that are and things to be,
Floating along on Life's streams.
They watch as snowflakes sing
In various tones of white,
A touch of a hand, whisper soft,
As they love through winter's night.
No echoed storm or cloud befalls
Young lovers who speak with no word,
Their minds and souls have spoken and
With ears of love they have heard.
~ g ~
Borrowed from lilyann
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