A Poem For Christmas Eve

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A Refuge

I miss you in your casual beauty
in the way your feet trip lightly
over frozen earth
an arc of trees overhead

Your fingers and lips
woven with mine and
our breath dancing like smoke
in the winter sky

Above our heads the stars
are like pinpricks of diamonds
and all around us waits
the silence of the city at night

william parham

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Movere voluntatem montes. Sapientiam ut non desiderant.

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