december, december,
the time when riddles are solved,
the time when lovers behold,
the sunken sky.
how many hours will be gone?
as i slowly watch the snowflakes fall,
sitting in that low armchair,
behind me,
you tell me to leave.
december, december,
the time when frost covers it all,
the time when time seems to slow,
under the trees,
warm blankets and a sweet chocolate,
hot drinks are all i need.
ice coloured lips and crystal eyes,
sparkling so shattered in the reflection,
of the sky.
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twelve moons
Poetry"Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears!"
