On moonlit nights,
When the wind chimes tinkle,
I feel your presence every where.
The bells of your anklets,
Jingle like playful fawns,
Along empty corridors,
The fringes of your white skirt
Gently brush upon
My green, dewy lawns.
Before you evaporate,
I feel a gush a your warm breath
Close upon my lips,
And a whisper
In some strange language of love,
My human senses fail to comprehend.
You remain - to this very day,
An enigma,
A mystery I can never unfold.
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