Christmas Poem 1
This Christmas, is a map
to a place
in my heart
that no longer exists.
there are no embers left
here, no steam from hot cocoa,
against the chilly snows
that bites the nose,
freezes the toes,
there is only slush,
consuming rush,
and an oppressive
whisper
hush
MR
2021-1201
Christmas2021
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