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Dec 2020
you
won't be home
for christmas

nor you will
any other day.

a fireplace
on hold,

awaiting,

for a bard's song.

chords of a time
of horizons
of birds and trees standing
of walks and houses in ruins
of wishes offered away.

reminiscent.
lingering.

even if you will not.
17.12.20
taking on the song "I'll be home for christmas"
chimaera
Written by
chimaera
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     ryn and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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