December by Ann WoodDecember is a promise. Equally old and new. Let's be better. More generous. More grateful. Let's dream more. December is a look inside. Nostalgia for childhood. What we were, what we were looking for, what we believed in. By fairy tales with happy beginnings, not ends. Tomorrow, what we are looking for and not getting.
December is all in one. The coldest and warmest month. The fullest of people and the loneliest. At the same time an end and a new beginning. Forgiveness. December comes and goes like a dream. Every year you wonder when December is again. You will never understand!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-12-01 at 13:17
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