December Air...
everything is better
in the cold december
the skies, the trees
the stars, the breeze
the smell of tobacco
freshly smoked
the cold hard rain
the wait in vain
the songs all amplified
my eyes all mystified
the scent of flowers blooming there
the wind blowing gently through my hair
all things precious and rare
can be found in the cold december air...
posted by blah @ 12:42 AM
3 Comments:
december if only it wasnt may now.
oh yes! i wish it was dec too!!!
hey....damn cool! love this poem...! -c.
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