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RE: Life's shortest day

in #poetry6 years ago

There is a calm calm accompanying the solitary who walks whistling streets that remember their steps in other times in which there were people around, passers-by, interests, dreams to fulfill. Now, there are memories and a melody of time cut, yearnings and detention to the melancholy.
Happy advent of the Spirit of Christmas, my dear friend, @ d-pend.