Christmas Lights Poem by patch work

Christmas Lights



When I feel the urge to purge words,
first thoughts are of gloom, doom and cynicism.
Then like Christmas Lights to a child's eye comes the synergism.
So I'll expose my flaws and ask Santa Claus,
for a man who can appreciate emotional devision.

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