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Every year to me, now and then
Families and hollies filled with merriment
Only steps away of the outside snow
Sprawling emotions underneath the mistletoe

Glisten, the pavement covered in hue
Journey of a thousand crystals falling anew
The icicle dew at the gutter lines in row
Constellation tales upon the sky-light glow

Enchant pines adored by ornaments
Treasured memories flew like a firmament
Wreaths to every door, signs of triumph & joy
Bringing glad tidings from God's little boy

Trains in and out of the winter-night
Gifts and glory offered with endless blithe
Hymns from a choir trailing every post
Greetings to an old friend even to the unknown

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Sitting at the balcony, a sunset to her face
a scent of chamomile, an elated memory rephrases
frolicking aster's in autumn color graced
the imbue of old feelings, her craft of curtain lace

Spinning a rustic harmony, the rustle of leaves
dips a chocolate pudding, her smile swept by me
a dessert like sky, the billow swirls in place
our grandkids tag-along to the hounds that chase

An old love song, a diary of stories we made
halcyon, even her face freckles and her hair is gray
she gave me fields that kisses spring and fall
our magic remains forever, even our time is called

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Grasping her every arm,
In unowned mittens and scarf.
Tattered, the eyes red as Mars.
Though all she can do—
Is gaze to peoples jewel afar,
And wonder in optimum.
The best possible way to omit;
A lifelong scar of tantrum.

An infinite tribulation mimics.
Mediocrity sneaks to pry.
Uncanny euphoric figments,
Biding the year-end tide.
To lay undone ashes of shame.
She mourns a winterscry.
Putting off the endless dolor,
Till death ends that butterfly.

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Dark linings
Underneath her eyes
Blond swept my shoulders,
A dust of silver moon
And I'm eager to spy.
Laughs like circus clowns
Our kindest ways.
Letters on pockets show
Lips delivered
Words you ought to know.
Hands on holding
We left the plan to sleep.
Took it to highway bridge
And chased to a steep.
It didn't rain, it didn't snow
Eve is perfect,
The same city cars would go.
Post lights faded
Scents of clover-lime
River loops a symphony,
A midnight's crime.
Pretty lady
Your whispers never lie,
The beauty of legit art
Displays of stars up the sky.
The city sets to slumber
You and I would hide.
A placed we remember:
In misty rocks,
crafted trees overflow,
Together in wonder
Till both eyes are closed.
Two spirits embodied
Dance's a night-light show.