 The winter poem Take me Hand, come with me, we'll find the way, i promise you, with all my might, the flower of promise, and the moon of fate, together in life,death and our hearts
I cry and i sigh,
the lonely beats of my heart,
ring throughout the night,
Angels take my imagination to be,
with every inch of life,
The flower of promise,
the moon of fate,
and our destiny of love,
together in life,death and our hearts
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