A Christmas Eve Christmas calling with lovely winters, streaming, screaming, strumming by. Perpetual shades of twilight watching, Pulsating amongst unreached heights. A river of lights, so symphonic, so twisted, a moment of truth for the thousand lies. It still seems like Christmas is coming, with the cheers, glitters and shining skies. Millions of colours, numerous pictures, Painted along a horizon so wiry. When we watch along the purple moon, stunned, returned from a galactic flight. when the falling snow emancipates, diffuses itself in an assiduous glide. Amazed, appraised, appeased it leaves, wondering are we with shining lights.
A journey of wisdom, poetry, peace.