What’s your problem no ring on your finger glamour in your figure
I’m corrected when I see the shade of blue turning gray
Shadow the moon as it lightens the darkness around the empty world
Which will turn to velvet?
Ribbons grasp tightly for there break through appearance
Table set for the chatter of happy voices
Yet thy stands alone yet unrecognized for its structure and beauty
Only for what lays below its knees
For a limit of time which he has spent most time standing?
Break through of over whelming excitement or total cliché of receiving
Years of giving get blown away by the mouths of the young
No decorations on a Christmas tree is like living a life without dreaming
Paper colour coordinates the floor
Faces are filled with static as the energy of a great day gets pasted around the room
While they prepare to sit down to Christmas lunch leading into tea
Spending time with each other sharing the time bonding
Lay down to rest for yet it’s the 25th
By Chloe, Rae
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