From Cold Moon to Wolf Moon, From Wolf Moon to Snow Moon . . .From Drizzling Evening of December to Foggy Night of January to Combo Midnight of February. . .An every night walk together in Purple Streetlight. . .Holding hands so softly but with bonding tight. . .Breathing out cold smoke behaving like a…
From Cold Moon to Wolf Moon, From Wolf Moon to Snow Moon . . .
From Drizzling Evening of December to Foggy Night of January to Combo Midnight of February. . .
An every night walk together in Purple Streetlight. . .
Holding hands so softly but with bonding tight. . .
Breathing out cold smoke behaving like a child. . .
Exchanging between Ice-cream after every bite. . .
Hours of stepping together in freezing temperature. . .
Warmth you’ll get more from your Love Knight. . .
In pin drop silence expressions will give million words,
Lips will be quiet but eyes will expose love dynamite. . .
Oh! In all these fantasy moments we spent quality time,
A kiss on your Forehead, I can’t miss O my Sweetest Moonlight . . .
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Stories are the threads that bind us; through them, we understand each other, grow, and heal.
JOHN NOORD
