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Christmas snow in dried tears
Stopping mid air, paused in a moment.
A moment of furious fatigue,
Water dripping from the oceans contained
In twin sea shells.
Words like thrashing waves
Against the very sun- warmed rock
The sand of the being rests on.
Oh there's a long way to go,
Sailing on waves sweat and labour
to the land of destiny painted
by the colours of ambition.
Oh there's a lot more to bear
Than just a few hurled hurts,
If you want to live the dreams of future you envision.
And live till the day the only dreams you see
Are of the past and not the future you want to meet.
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Merry Christmas yall!
(Excuse me if I'm a day early for some of you in the other part of the world... :'))
I hope you have a wonderful holiday and a marvellous year to celebrate! Thank you so much for reading my poems, (tho I can't believe this is even real sometimes)...
Please VOTE and COMMENT ! ♥️ ♥️♥️
Love,
Feronia.
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Cottage Chronicles
PoetryLife's chronicles from love, sorrow, anger, guilt, shame, happiness buried in a poetic cipher. Would you like some words and wine, on wooden floorboards? ©️ Feronia Grey
