Kone, Krusos, Kronos

Christmas Spirit

Like snowflakes,

My Christmas memories

Gather and dance—

Each beautiful, unique,

And gone too soon.

Deborah Whipp

With time we grow , and look with different eyes what most people see as Sacred.

But a little of more time, we turn mellow, and tolerant, give a few more years, and we turn even softer, sentimental will be the proper word, we may even cry a tear, or two, when remembering things now afar on time, like our childhood, our parents, and older relatives, now gone for quite some years, you better have created a family of your own, otherwise you will be alone, and with nothing but your memories as a better time, of a paradise lost…

Such it’s the effect of holidays, it’s hard to be merry, if you have no one to share with.

Alone iIn Contemplation

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,

Stol’n on his wing my…

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