Christmas Dreams

Christmas is coming gliding through the world
everyone is sharing a wafer and warm words
carp smells with memories
animals tell stories like real wizards
snow covers sorrows dancing with the wind
presents rustle under the Christmas tree
father fixes the hands of the clock
mother staples the shreds of the past
I build with blocks the tower of time
rocking horse lulls me to sleep
first star makes dreams come true
I'm going home for Christmas



Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-12-04 at 15:23

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