They trim the tree with a red ribbon
While I wish you'd be here with bells on
Don't want to get tinsel in tangle
As long as you and I won't wrangle
But maybe it is written in stars
To beat blues and grant the wish of ours
'Cause now there's a tall figure lurking
Under that mistletoe—you're twinkling
Have you heard the song I was singing?
Whistling wind might too be perceiving
How it startles me to see you here
For my wish upon a star is near
Though it's been a long time since we met
Cliché gloss do not arise onset
I don't feel any rush but an ease
Every time we're together in peace
You're right beside me like you won't leave
While your sweet scent emanates this eve
I stare at you while you turn things warm
We spend this time to collide our charm
-A ❣
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Strings of Nostalgia
Poetrysentimentalizing about being wrapped up in the painful yet beautiful reality of the past