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Autor: Nelly Poerich
Silent Winter Night
Author: Nelly Poerich
A silent winter night smells faintly of wine,
into the moon’s shadow my feeling does twine.
Your brave steps falter, the ice makes you fall,
while mine, so defiant, her grace will enthrall.
Our castle of dreams lies buried in snow,
yet hope still whispers to hearts worn and slow.
Carriages creak, scattering the birds,
our wondrous dreams wander, like runaway words.
Ah, that mad silence, shod with fear,
fans hidden longing with Bach I hold dear.
Notes are unfolding, the salon they fill,
and you, like a child, play with a quill.
My satin heels follow the waltz’s embrace,
as once you held me, so tender, with grace.
The blue dress traces each curve that it knows,
while your seeking hand in the twilight flows.
The fire in the hearth flares up with might,
as a hunter’s gun cracks the faraway night.
I leap like a doe into your embrace,
where still lives the breath of my heart’s secret place.
The dreamy winter night purrs like a cat,
new snowflakes silver the paths where we sat.
The whisper of lips, like honey they stream,
and some higher power watches our dream.
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