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A morning of overcast sky in Nevada
Is very like landscapes painted by El Greco.
Cobalt sky smeared with silver gray shadows
In a candy floss tumble of gunmetal clouds
Gives a subtle light that makes things mysterious
And creates a canopy of comfort for a winter day.
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Even gloomy days are beautiful here. The  light is just different and magical.
Snow falls softly,
as I stare out the window
into the silver moonlit night and think of you.

Ghosts of Christmas past haunt my memories.

Alone on Christmas Eve, are you?

My heart lies in sympathy,
but my mind knows the truth.

Tomorrow will be my last Christmas.

No presents, no carols, no feast.
Just one last day alone before I find release.

Merry Christmas I do wish you well.
Happy New Year too.

As for me.

Tonight I'll sleep forever,
it's over, It's done, I'm through.
I wrote this poem after reading an article about
depression and the holidays.
And how the suicide rate goes up every year during this time.
So if you know someone who's alone for the holidays or suffers from depression pay them a visit or a call it could make a bigger difference than you could possibly imagine.
And if your alone or depressed, don't be afraid to reach out for help.
call a friend or call the Suicide Prevention Hotline
(988) or 1-800-273-8255

So JAMESB left info in the comments for anyone in the UK in need of help.

If anybody else wants to add this type of info from their home country please feel free to do so in the comments.  Or message me directly and I'll add it here.
eidelwiess flower
symbol of freedom and hope
purity and light
Cleft of mystery
shadow leading to hidden waters
A mysterious spring that feeds
the well of dreams

Essence of rose,
she is bound with silver chains,
released to ride the night

At sunset I enter
love’s Eleusian mystery
Lost in her flowing waterfall
of midnight hair

She is rose and jasmine
and tigers breath
Orchids of night surround us
ecstatically she sips their nectar

Moon moth and night blooming flower
at sunrise vanishing
into the carmine sky
The boy is ignorance
The girl is want
They pump from the wellspring
The human font
Beware of them both
If doom you'd destroy
But of the two
Keep a closer eye on the boy.
 Dec 2024 Mari Chubinidze
Vinnie
Humanity is blessed by the arts.
Drama, painting, drawing, music, writing—
all at our disposal to escape life,
to force
everything to the
back
of our minds
and only focus on what our
eyes
and
ears
receive, even if only for a few
minutes.
 Dec 2024 Mari Chubinidze
Lou
I don’t push people away.
I don’t forget people from yesterday.
I just wish I had more to say.
Not so interesting
I’m very mundane.
So don’t get angry and tell me
I pushed you away.
I’m just a human being.
Caught in the times.
It’s always too late.
And history won’t have me written in a page.
I’m not to blame.
I’m only human.
A victim of the insane.
I been trying to reach out for sometime and I don’t know how to anymore.
People say that
Real men don’t cry
       Then why am crying?
   I never knew
    The true meaning
      Of a poem
     Until
      You
      Appeared
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