Gentleness Again

So softly falls the evening snow
Like lover's hand, so soft, so slow,
In dark night time a whisper low --
Soft stars embraced in moonlight's glow.
The touch so light, so delicate
That one can never quite forget.
The feel of hope and happiness
Entwined in hands of gentleness.

by Henry Kriescher

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