Spring

The night is ours

The sky in the spring of the forest glows

Where fireflies light our way into the distance

Dense with the scent of lilies and birch

And a creek burbles unbroken as gentle winds blow

Night in the meadow

Scent from your skin

Whisps of your hair play as the gentle winds blow

In the grass we lay

Dewdrops moisten fingertips

The meadow ensconced in serenity

Dreams take hold in your embrace

Near our woodland hearth moon alights flesh

Stillness is deep as the gentle winds blow

Darkness in the meadow

Scent from the earth

Whispers of promise as the gentle winds blow

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