A Winter Night's Carol

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Walking through the cobbled streets
Is meandering through inspiration –

Lights, like flashes of genius, strung through my senses
‘Til my soul is lit in a
Yuletide manner.

And just when I could not be more enamored with
the streets
the lights
the life

The choir explodes in the warmest, most earnest of melodies
And the lights beat to the rhythm
And I let it fill me...

Because now I know what togetherness is.





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