Dec 2014
The wind blows back your hair
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The snow flakes land upon your lips
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I whispered "I love Christmas"
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I kiss your lips
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They drown my sorrows
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My heart you can more than borrow
(k[r])
--
The snow flakes land upon your lips
--
I whispered "I love Christmas"
--
I kiss your lips
--
They drown my sorrows
--
My heart you can more than borrow
(k[r])
First poem. 12/10/14 9:33 am
