Non-Erotic PoetryBeaver MoonShine full in the crackling night and light my way.
The air rippling, like waves, behind me
swimming in depths, too deep to freeze.
A silken breeze sighs across my skin,
cold and flowing in the bright gleam from your face,
wise and whispering a welcome to winter.
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