When night wrapped up the land
And dressed it in the garments of fear
An angel came back to spend
all sleepy evening time here.
Softly stepping on the ground
He piled up his white wings
And saw the natures' guards around:
Those youngsters - pretty flower sprigs.
The angel smiled and remembered
The holy words of Father God
About the flowers of december,
About the smell they hadn't brought.
Dry leaves are hidden for the rest
Among old pages of your book.
But through the lifes' fuss and mess
They give a kind-hearted look.
12.05.98
Flowers of December
© Copyright: Моя Любовь, 2003
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