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In the whispers of the moon light two people cross paths
Each seeking not knowing just what they would find
Looking
for something missing within their lives
They talk through the night, their first sunrise to share
Secrets
they told to each other
Pain and sorrow of a life lived, they so told.
Comfort as such it could be they did
offer.
Longing to be near someone, feel a gentle touch,
caress, the passion of a kiss
Would they just
remain strangers in the night
Would their paths someday cross
This story yet to be told of the strangers in
the night
It was the first time she was made to feel alive
the raven of the night
Moonmagic they called
her this dark raven lady of the night
When you look into her eyes you see pain
Compassion and absoluteness
The desire for unbounded love
She is an idealist because of that others hurt her
for they are not like
her.
But was this stranger in the night different
Could he or would he walk a path with her together
Did
he want the raven lady of the night
To take her as his own
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