Waiting for Christmas day

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Now I’m smoking
and I see slowly thoughts,
misty going into winter’s cold air.
I am cold. I am as
what I can’t see, no more: flying air.
I am as my grey fog.
My best is country’s winter
with pale sun
waiting for newest light.

Come, I pray
Here I wait.

Knees on floor, thin my soul.

Come, I pray
Christmas day


December, 22nd 2014


Merry, holy Christmas!

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