The Winter Talks to the Spring
Listen
to the rain.
It talks
to the wind.
Through
the open window
the magic of the night
descends
on the room.
Listen
to the wind.
It talks
to the rain.
Your hands
are
so warm
your lips
are
so tender.
Listen
to the rain
the winter talks
to the spring.
Slowly
now the wind
and the rain
erase
our footsteps.
Enchanted
vapors embrace
our love
in
the oozing thickness
of the night.
poem by Paul Hartal
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