Love's Footsteps
She walks nimbly, like the mist
that mellows the tender night,
climbing the stairs with her
heavenly grace.
Half moon softly brightens her pale face,
a gentle breeze impairs her long hair.
A vagabond at peace under the bridge
hears her footsteps, so eloquent so brave,
wish he could meet her and her raven dress
in which her body sweetly expresses, all that's
best of brightly universe.
She walks in earnest, like Venus in its
dear dwelling place. He hears
the jackals bark, waiting in the dark.
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