Whirlwind...
As we slip
into grace
the forgotten
place
with your face
so dear
so warm
and near
we listen...
Outside
the wind
is stirring.
While here
in this night
of each other's
light
we receive
the blessing
of love
caressing
while outside
the wind
She whispers :
Now fate
it seems
will mend
your dreams
from broken darkness
to boundless moonbeams.
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