The festive season

How much less how much more
the dream in the dreams, says it all
how chilled winds tantalize the skin pores
how waves strike the solitary shore

how the moon smiles down in harmony
with the season of pleasure and woe, together

how the music transforms an illusion into
the festivity not known to be there, at all

The smallest of the moments whispered, then
to forget the heartache and embrace the flow




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