The Hills are Alive NaPoWriMO

High in a hill lived a lonely goatherd; everything is dependent on perspective;no one asked if someone wrote himor if he climbed up to find the way out. No one wonders why we runbefore we’ve learned the lettersto spell the truth;adolescences mounting sofaswhile nuns hide in the cloisters of hillsas another nationfinds a symbol to […]

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Christmas, It’s A Wonderful Life

Bells and baubles bound to branches While tinsel twists and turns and ties, Santa’s sleighs and snowmen dancing Lights all aglow like stars in skies, On the tree an angel sparkles, Crackers to pull and bells to ring, Neath the tree a manger slumbers With a bed that waits for a King, Reindeers leap with […]

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