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When you visit Rome, it is as if history beckons,All other thoughts are secondary to reckon,Stunning architecture and ruins does the mind conjure,While being tempted to look at the bigger picture
I won't let this Christmas song fade away, though the sea washes its dirt to shore, and the sun fades away at evening, I'll keep every single word to heart, and let its bells jingle in my soul,
Why make such a big deal of birthday? You're alive every day. Christmas Day, New Year’s Day, Independence Day, Contrary to what they claim, No day is better than another day.
On Easter, a day thousands of years old, traditions have changed but the story’s retold. From Eastern festivals to Christian new life, to bunnies and baskets and fields with eggs rife.
Christmas just around the corner. Holidays both near and far. Celebrations everywhere now, So why do I feel so left out? Don't have anywhere to go, Feeling lost and all alone, Oh what can I do,
The sounds of joy during the holidays The warm climate, nothing like the cold december i know Music bounces from walls to walls Kids laughter laced with nothing but joy They who don't know what a christmas dinner is What christmas presents are or
I was happy, TV nightly, As a family, Simple pleasures, ‘Any Umbrellas?’ Family holidays, I was happy, Perhaps the world was happy, Or happier at least.
Granada is a town that holds quite well its very own, With an unique culture blend that is difficult to disown,There is the confluence of diverse religions,Which frankly, is nothing short of legion
It was nostalgic while landing in early October at Zurich airport,After twenty years, the revisit meant I could have something new to report,It's always exciting to be back in Switzerland,
Cordoba is home to the largest mosque in the world,The Mezquita's architectural splendour is a stunning monument to behold,It is a confluence of Jewish, Islamic and Christian trinity,
A tourist's delight is London and not without reason,If you think otherwise, you can't be forgiven,The British culture is something in which the Britons pride,You have no option but to take this in your stride
As I embark on my bucket-list travels,There is something I wish to unravel,To see my skills at penning poetry,Over which currently I have no mastery
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Qwanza! Whatever holiday you choose, This is the magical time of the year. There is so much we can do. It does not hurt to take a break and celebrate.
It's funny how stuff works out, No matter how loud I shout, You can't hear. It's funny how shrill I cry, Funny how much I try To disappear. But it's the holiday season, so what is my reason to die?
Ode to the Hard Holidays Whether it’s Christmas Family coming together Celebrate the birth of Christ Gratefulness Whether it’s Thanksgiving
Stars in the night Shepherds and wise men saw the star, That let them to the king of all
Some people Love it Hate it Indifferent I hate them I go into a daze I get depressed I cry for no reason I have mood swings I feel like rather Than everyone is
A midsummer’s day sun Prickling for attention It’s aggravating rays Praying for an end to dog days And when the days grow short
The Christmas spirit is in the air What a joy it is for everyone Families gather around the tree And have so much fun So jovial and jubilant Of a delightful mood Everyone is in such a frivolous manner
Seasonal criminal How you strike when it snows It's not something physical You put on the shows Seasonal criminal Wrap me in a scarf Wrap me in subliminal Wrath, force me to starve
Every Christmas was a good Christmas when you were around.But it stopped being good after you were lowered ino the ground.
On the first day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, A partridge in a pear tree. I have a Bradford pear tree in My front yard, But what the heck is a partridge?
You were taken from your own home To get us through this holiday. I know that must be bothersome, But accept you are here to stay. Suffocated in lights of white, And weighted down with memories.
America! America! Our flag is flying high in parades held over graves of those who have died.
I can fly
My astronomic family and I get around
Slow, Silent, and Cold
Still waters run deep Through the sweeping vast gully Where undulating clouds Leave stains of great rain
Snow drifting, falling to the ground Fire burning, family all around It's the time I've been dreaming of so long The first snow I walk outside, staring up in bliss Spin in circles, shriek at all I've missed