Days of Christmas

Poem for Second advent Comp


1. Days of Christmas


The thick snow is twirling, turning

as I reach for your frozen hand

my stomach is churning

the snow as soft as silky sand


Your face is ghostly pale

mine about the same

still ill and frail

and tired of this game


I wish for the warm of fire

to hear carol singers sing

this love is going to expire

no hope, no joy, just a fling


I will remember you for the good

not the bad or woes you brought

not all the times we fought

your just misunderstood




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