The cold november breeze
Embraces my warm flesh
Rising the hairs on my neck
Soft whispers in the wind
Much like yours, pierce my heart
Shadowing my every motion
Your ghostly figure haunts me
In the moonlights reflection
Or the creeks glass like surface
Your pale beauty seeks my company
Among the formation of the trees
I see your face elegantly placed
My phantom of sweet wintry delight
Reminiscing my presence wherever I go

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