Silent wind dancer, playing in the
mystique of the blue
midnite moon
show the song that plays
so softly only you can hear
whisper the words that make
you move so gracefully
tell me of the stars that shine
in the sky so brightly on a clear nite
I need to know the feel of you
against my face
I need to breathe you
and know that I am alive
for if I cannot
I know that I am dead
never to see or feel
you again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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