Before Christmas come by Ann Wood
Christmas magic is hidingin unspoken words ..
Sparks flare up;
May fire between us.
Whether purifying or sweeping-
our fate winks at us!
Who can ask her?
Will say, but without words - know!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2018-12-26 at 18:58
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