It's Christmas
Gleaming morning dew,
5, minutes past 5' o clock.
Dreaming Ibiza ,
Sleeping with a vigiour heart.
Suddenly a song 'so this is christmas' play in my head,
But fall asleep in a deep sweven.
Though the song endured to play,
My thoughts began to wonder, why?
Children's are singing in the street's, why?
Church bells are ringing, why?
Suddenly dad holler,
We waited all through the years,
For this day to appear.
It's Christmas.
Mom baking vanilla cake,
Heart filled with full elated.
Wrapped gift's that sparkle bright with tinsel and light.
For i rings up my love one,
Sun disappear, moon comes up.
Sitting under the mistletoe,
Christmas songs, intimate, sluggish.
Play softly on the radio,
One last candle burning low.
It was a bliss moment for us,
As watch struck to 12' o clock,
I gave her a gentle hug,
Merry Christmas she says,
Be good till the next christmas returns.
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The Taciturn Words I Bleed
SonstigesHe bleeds taciturn words. He hold's a pen full of blaze and a book of flares. He writes , to escape reality. He lived in two different world. He breathe with the nature. He don't speaks much . He speaks through writing. For he bleeds theTaciturn wor...
