To: Christmas 🎄
The special day filled with magnets that attracts whirlpools as I usher those mined words that petrichor the wet soil filled with love, brilliance, wisdom and tranquility.
Your inherited gifts touch those who have a tarnished heart, with that a tenderness never been so strong.
You have a designed path for me, quaint paths to the season of winter that is inside the chambers of my blazed ivory lungs to explore the chapters of happiness.
You bask my doorstep, with such kindness.
I will always remember this moment, i shall paint snowflakes in the weaved cobwebs, in the mirrors where your accents echoes. You weave lessons like they were moonflower silk, then they were shot in the air thru the wind's songs in which now has flew to my bedroom window, making it large enough for maelstrom sundays. I see you, December, a crown of needles that was made to be a crown of gold. Burdens were made, yet doom have not swallowed me in spilled silence and isolation, though hush was my beloved shrine i devote, you taught me how to scream while drowning. Lessons were not just lessons, it has the equations 'practice + hard work= success'. This year is about to end and I hope you have a great Christmas. ❤️
From: Sarah 🌼
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