Month of December where the heart blooms,
Which the idea of laughter and pain whispers,
Trough the skies and clouds Mourns.,
When will end of the dessert thorns.
The silence of the Emptiness which birds sings,
As my heart Race from the Ideas that love prevails,
You who I love the Most Is my greatest fear's,
and this December when this will end and a new years Comes,
Will this Month may bring Joy's and a new season to find forgiveness,.
©vivian
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