Familiar faces
familiar voices
blending together.
Melodies floating
like the scent of cinnamon,
promising, teasing,
poignant and hopeful
The gift that I bring
is my voice,
joined with others
in a melody soaring,
conjuring memories,
plucking heartstrings,
lifting and lulling,
offering carols
and songs of the season.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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