Voices Through the Midnight Mist: Of candles, vanilla pages and misty moors...

"It is in the silence that I remember you, Softly whispering in my ear, Like the rustling of leaves on a cold winter night, The stories of a bygone year.

It is in the silence that I remember you, By the fireplace crackling through the night, The glow of its embers wrap me warm, Like the blanket of your eyes.

It is in the silence that I remember you, Whilst the snow piles up my sill, The last leaf strains against the branches, white, And I wonder, do you remember me still?"

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