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Towards a Love Meeting
We walk, hand in hand,
careful of the ice-covered paths.
The sun hidden by dark clouds
Heavy with cold rain.
The vanishing verdant leaves
Of barren trees offer no secure shelter,
As crystal icicles hang from branches aloft.
Occasionally we stop and kiss,
Like hungry bees sucking nectar,
Capture a moment of total happiness.
Give love a chance to increase
Until dusk engulfs the wintry woods.
Birds fall silent as they seek shelter.
All around is dreary and forlorn.
Yet we are happy and feel elated.
We hurry to our tryst for a hot cocoa
And a night of perfect peaceful rest.
Copyright ©
Victor Buhagiar
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