people awaits the day…
children enjoys their holiday
in the street they play
and they carols all the way
i stand by the window
the cold breeze had blow..
and i feel in wiredraw,
for my soul was shallow
i winnow the slough of despond
for something i had lose in bond
it’s the woman, that grind her hand
away from our own homeland
i reminisce the three of us
we’re complete and celebrating the Christmas..
but before that we attend the mass
and now what a mist it was..
i vagabond in melachoia
my emotion sag - like having a nausea
and ain’t to be to euphoria
for it was a veneer veridical dysphoria
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