December Day

Tenderness of a cold breeze
Scatters the brownish earth in my eyes
As a wondering galaxy
In the path of unknowns
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Take a deep breath, says grasshopper
As it is your last
And bow to your shadow
As a servant to a master
On the velvet morning
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I can hear the footsteps
On dried leaves
Under maple trees
Along the Lovers Lane
And yet, the cold breaths
On my lips as the kiss of death
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Moments of loneliness and contemplation
Yet, no reflection of the soul
In the dusk of December Day
And an empty riverbed of drought