Oh, December


I've had to many honey bees,
but I have the peace of the sea,
old soul waves at me,
planet stars sung a tune,
arrow brought love strikes true;
as a leaf,
on November's shoulder,
bent down by winters cold sigh.
I feel alive, oh night sky,
Moonlit shades and cloudy days
bring small comfort
of what was

Few, and Far between.



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