December wind a flute
Gliding through the rustling tree branch
And snow that dress the streets with merry
White, soft glow of a lamp light
And candle steam fogging up a glass,
Reflecting last Christmas swept up memories,
Hot Cinnamon coco and pajamas
You with your warm embrace a tight hold
Of your love one, soft caresses loved filled kiss
And hands traveling back and to time,
People bundle up in coats and boots
With the winter feel dusting their cheeks,
Eyes that glow like stars and music that
Fills a lung with some Lost sadness and some
New found
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-ashes poetry
A/N
Hello my reader it's a been a while since I wrote something, I've just bin so busy working and trying to book appointments for Christmas we have carnival and Junkanoo every-year in our country so I've kinda been looking forward to that but how are you guys feeling? Comment down below if you celebrate Christmas.
