Shrouded in darkness
cuddling them like blankets,
words slip amid voids of silences
into the depth of their souls;
making them dance with a tremble
as the tender flame of a candle.
Not words, not thoughts, only a song
of warmth is spoken, in the strong
hold over the childlike flutter
of one and the heart of the other.
Near enough to glide away
on the wings of a breaths' sway,
yet rooted in ephemeral reality
by the bane of a moments' finality
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