Christmas Blank

by ADEL   Dec 24, 2011


Sometimes the rusty in the made of gold

Is often dusty and newly old

Glossed with misery and sadness cold

And though the sea, at my side

Beneath a sky of extent wide

The dry end is my guide

And of my tears cries a tear

Before a doom fallen near

That lies at the end of year

To be discontinued...

( C ) Copyright 2011 ADEL ATTIYEH

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  • 5 years ago

    by Sylvia

    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.