weddings are joys that inflate the souls
the chilly wind this christmas must then be well spent
recalling little night talks in our spaces
friendship becomes glistening rich with thoughts abound
doors of a fresh dimension has unshut
somewhat knackered from the car that was raped
where imagination splatters immediately
boosting the little happiness that we jealously guard
chatters and tea complete the prowess of nights
lady sun hides itself too frequently too shy
the earth shakes past the exhausted souls
much of surprise arrives at dawn break
food as the basic enjoyment
presents its multicolored variety
bloody rice cakes warring with smelly tofu like hooded warriors
salted chicken too sexy to resist
all tastes mashing and melting into sweet snow dust
farewell till now
journey can only extend itself so long
but words can afford much
the chilly wind this christmas must then be well spent
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