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Of The Snow
It was just all so pretty
So open with a stream
And I was truly drifting
I thought It was a dream
A boxed Hondura prism
And doors of every size
Cart de la Blanca; a symphony
A mahogany Christmas pine
Tinseled cones and blessings
A mangers gracious night
Of so many winds ago
In the stillness of my mind
A solstice silent refuge
And the beauty of the snow
Things that dangle through me
In lands where swallows go
That is the sweetest man
That looks as though he's cursed
I turned the shade again
It was my lovely universe
It was just all so pretty
Sleeping a chambered flow
The silent solstice blessing
In paradise of the snow
So open with a stream
And I was truly drifting
I thought It was a dream
A boxed Hondura prism
And doors of every size
Cart de la Blanca; a symphony
A mahogany Christmas pine
Tinseled cones and blessings
A mangers gracious night
Of so many winds ago
In the stillness of my mind
A solstice silent refuge
And the beauty of the snow
Things that dangle through me
In lands where swallows go
That is the sweetest man
That looks as though he's cursed
I turned the shade again
It was my lovely universe
It was just all so pretty
Sleeping a chambered flow
The silent solstice blessing
In paradise of the snow
Published 29th Dec 2013
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29th Dec 2013 9:59am
Anonymous
29th Dec 2013 11:01am
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29th Dec 2013 11:26am
The musicality of a dream and the beauty of the gift of a life returned:
That is the sweetest man
That looks as though he's cursed
I turned the shade again
It was my lovely universe
Enjoyed this goodly poem
That is the sweetest man
That looks as though he's cursed
I turned the shade again
It was my lovely universe
Enjoyed this goodly poem
29th Dec 2013 4:40pm
