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by ADEL Dec 24, 2011
Sadness, depression /
Sometimes the rusty in the made of gold
Is often dusty and newly old
Glossed with misery and sadness coldAnd though the sea, at my side
Beneath a sky of extent wide
The dry end is my guideAnd of my tears cries a tear
Before a doom fallen near
That lies at the end of yearTo be discontinued...( C ) Copyright 2011 ADEL ATTIYEH
Christmas is a time of sadness for me and all I can think of is the reason for that sadness. Sometime I hope the sadness goes away for you and for all others.