The Stalking Hunter.

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The whispers of prayers from my lips sprouted,
As morning mist dissolved into thin air in a dance,
Silence found no ways to bully into the day,
As Sun blew on to the day an irresistible spell.

Dry wind through naked branches flew and composed,
New songs for the cold wearing Cardinal to sing,
Ah’, winter unscrupulously unleashed upon the city,
Where people hustled through the day to earn.

Phones rang, computer alerted, Oh’, modern-day mysteries,
Into senses blasted, mind-altering sounds as music played,
Season of Giving, ah’, smile-less stood, Oh’, my fate, unforgiving.
The written fate never lost a page now as a hunter, stalking.

Love is not a mystery for my fate and dear you know well,
How wonderfully I love and how unadulterated for you I wait,
Maybe the stalking hunter finds a chapter none knows yet,
A chapter of our love, filled with fearless happy days ahead.

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