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Poetry: Temperatures

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Wind is blowing in this chilly, busy town.

Your black tux and my white ball gown;

Casual conversations in the crowd, I look around

Les voilà, the crystals of brown.

 

I watch, your silhouette on the balcony

The sky behind you, dark as a starlit sea.

The air’s warming up like a melody;

So near and yet so far, it’s a dream of beauty.

 

Your smile, as warm as the light from the chandelier;

My heart, beating like a ship in a storm, couldn’t find a pier.

Shivered by a sudden burst of wind, blasting fierce,

You cover my shoulders with your coat, like my chevalier.

 

Waving goodbye like a little kid,

Eyes glitter, innocent and sweet like this;

It’s the little things about you that warms my heart, I reminisce

In this enchanting night, we almost kissed.

 

Even though the chandelier is beautiful and bright

The crystals are cold to touch, reflecting the wintry light.

I feel the indistinct distance between us, a plight

That leaves my heart in blight.

 

But when the songs play, you did not ask me for a dance.

Standing beside you, blushing, we watch their movements.

The night is sparkling, lingering, yet my wish is of extravagance;

I close my eyes, not to watch it again; not to watch it break, burn, end.

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