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It’s the time of frosty days, And the nights glowing with starry skies. Every heart filled with bliss and joy, Smiles and laughter make the season full of life. It’s the time when fir trees are adorned with tiny lights,
He didn’t let you shed tears a sentinel who masked all your fears, donned assorted roles for fun at times a horse other times a son, made you stand on his toes he was the ring encircling you close, the
“A young, bubbly lass once I saw, Tall, dusky and a charming smile she wore. Like all little girls, she waited in anticipation, Of a handsome young man, Who’d love her like no one. Her little follies he would overlook,
Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails Among Plantae et Animalia. An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila) Which playfully floods the air,
He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That
I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon
On a cloudy rainy day, In a maroon shirt Off white trousers, Tightly fit, She was chasing a rainbow, And the clouds were laughing, But she was not afraid, A rainbow was in her hands, A rainbow of dreams, In
we never played hide and seek rarely worked a puzzle: she asked for the truth about Santa Claus after she knew the truth looking for an exemption from mundanity. despite his creepy magic and omniscience she decided he would be
As the yuletide bells ring, the gladdened sparrows sing, red-hooded santas bring delights of a joy-laden kid. Reindeers each of regal breed, all across the white plains speed to yonder snow-covered climes to take the joy of the times. Carols
Bubblegum balloons, mechanical clocks, counting frames with beads, letters on perfumed paper, furry toys for kittens, chocolate, Santa Claus, giraffe stamps, thistle ponchos, black pirate eyeglasses, stickers with phosphorescent hearts, terracotta ocarinas, rainbow lollipops… back then it was silence when
Oh what a pleasant day to behold: A glorious evening in December, a day we are sure to remember the nostalgic happy days of old. Oh what beautiful moments unfold: The gladdened carol voices raised, Santa’s delights, candle lights of
Christmas December comes Everything in market is labeled Special discounts display on Packs and boxes of gifts Colorful nights light up Children look for Santa Claus Christmas bazaar invites Christmas trees as well to be sold Children want a tree
I see my Lord’s face in the scattered leaves of autumn Hear His voice in the rustle as they move with the afternoon breeze I feel His gentle touch in the mystic eastern winds from Santa Ana Warm and dry
She wasn’t taller than her doll-house. She was still writing to Santa Claus. Dark curly hair and wide open eyes she piously kneeled piercing the skies. She smiled to Heaven and silently said: ‘With this heart I Thee wed! ‘.
Many years ago when my Motherland rock with political unrest, I was waiting to get the final word from those in charge. A young mother with two young sons, one, I was carrying on my arms, he was too little
It had rained streets painted black tiny lakes of standing water dimpled by drops still falling from evergreens city air fresh as it gets sky turning a painterly shade of blue and foliage green bleeding into morning crossing the bridge
I look around I see things that I don’t have to I feel things that are sacrilegious I do things that are desecration I can’t breath anymore I can’t smile I can’t laugh I am dragging a dead corpse everywhere
Will the shouts work on blood seeds in climate of conflicts? Winter was shrinking. Give me a hand. I am going to invite clouds softly. Let the drumming start. War has broken out on many fronts for a god, for
Poetry is not an intelligent Arrangement of words or rhymes But an articulation of heart An articulation of emotion An articulation of the subtle feelings That can never be expressed by a prose Poetry is associated with more heart Than
My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats; for I never ment to travel far. But to picture the little mermaid’s adventure along the foamy edge of oean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees.
This demon has seduced your inner being open the windows of your soul look before the darkness consumes your very existence draining every source of energy turning the mirror on yourself becoming lost in this unbearable reality be quick! before
As we begin a journey so uncertain, you and I made one in a world of ours. Our thoughts and emotions to share, our pleasant moments together to cherish, and our pains and sorrows to endure. I pledge my unflinching
like walking in a tulip garden i undo the aquablue, how many steps you were away, entwined like mangrove: our roots were standing upright to breath in moist silhouette of equatorial sun, blooming in anguish of separation: come one day
It was dusk, twilight sky, gushing waves, I sat on the shore,gazing at the horizon. The birds busily flapped their wings back home, while there I sat, and thought about the vagaries of life. The noise of the sea waves,
Something impossible would happen. Truth was too much to operate, life was easy with fakes. Neither mortal pain, nor needles would mend the wounds. The chasm was deepening. And I stitch the orange lights with the kisses of green tears.