Henry Kriescher

(Potsdam, New York, USA)

Gentleness Again

So softly falls the evening snow
Like lover's hand, so soft, so slow,
In dark night time a whisper low --
Soft stars embraced in moonlight's glow.
The touch so light, so delicate
That one can never quite forget.
The feel of hope and happiness
Entwined in hands of gentleness.

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