Lengthy discussions filling time and space with solidified
whispers of past ages, incessantly carrying forth, miracles
sprouting from nowhere.
Adjoining discourses being sent out, fulfilling energetic
tones of yesterday.
Evergreen thoughts, scented with pine needles, picking my
mind with their aromas.
Reminding me of traditional Christmases past, when we were
full of childhood dreams and expectations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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