A WALK IN THE TOWN
The town is immersed
In a gilded, gold light.
My lady is versed
In the arts of delight.
With each snow clad window
We pass by in the village square,
She desires me to unloosen her bow -
And to kiss her in the fragrant air.
John Lars Zwerenz
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