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Christmas Calling

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.

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Location: Karnataka, India

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