I always feel the chill of the Christmas sky, that a blue memory pops up into my mind, unintentionally...
A forgotten photo, that pierces my heart, everytime I see it.
When the hot coffee, froze through the moment, the century old tree, started having moss, and the clear sky, was covered by the dark clouds, in a blink.
Witnessing all of this, is a loss of my capability...
Capability to sustain, a coffee from being cold, a tree from having moss, but...
The clarity of the sky, is none of my business. It can get dark, bright or moderate, and trying to control it, is a waste of my effort, so, maybe I just need to accept and foresee, that it's nothing but the destiny of the Christmas sky.
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Donna & Kim
PoetrySeven life-changing poems, that will bring you to the bad sides of love that only few people could see. A collection of metaphorical and wild imagination... (Will have a Part 2) ✨✨
