Patterns of color, shining, infiltrating designs of every
day things ordinarily found in life.
classic methodologies fall into place as ancient tabloids
are remembered in places of religious persecution.
Countering unsuspecting thoughts, caught up in promises
of yesterday, bringing about a temporary renaissance in
intellectual spirituality.
Being surrounded in shadows of harmonic realities,
stirring memories, wrapping them like presents, beauty-
fully decorated for Christmas.
Children hoping to find delicate toys to play with, in-
stead finding images holding haunting keys of evil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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