howled out loud
with nary a sound
Bound by Selene's call
we fall
to full moon's
'mazement
Freezing frames
of snow clad skins
Welcoming warmly
winters brisk breathing
Heating the heart
to partake,
awake...
and serenade the Soul
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Seasoned greetings
howled out loud with nary a sound
Bound by Selene's call we fall to full moon's 'mazement
Freezing frames of snow clad skins Welcoming warmly winters brisk breathing
Heating the heart to partake, awake... and serenade the Soul
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