There are whispers in night
Can you hear them?
There is the rustle of wind
Is it calling my name?
And the light that falls on my window
Is it the moon or have you decided to pay me a visit?
The fragrance is intoxicating
Is it your presence?
The sound of soft footsteps echo in the silence
And the music of your voice rings in the void
Don’t let the dream just be
Let the interpretation be as sweet as your company
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