Hanging Berries

Written by: Ruben O.

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                                I was sure of meeting you under 
                                a hanging of mistletoe
                                this December

                                A fair flying flag of snow to my inner war
                                A temporary cessation still vacillating 
                                on this December

                                Out of breath and sight
                                fear of relapsing and the need
                                a bonfire to burn fallen leaves and years

                                A promise in whispers
                                kept secretly
                                binding a pact
                                Somebody sings a carol of joy
                                It's December

                                The sprig of mistletoe waits hanging
                                to exchange the prediction of happiness  
                                a berry for a kiss
                                a kiss from your lips
                                your lips... unattainable, unreachable

                                I was sure of meeting you under
                                a green branch full of berries
                                a latent foresight
                                the past must be the past
                                it's my own Christmas present

                                I was waiting for so long
                                for so long, and I deserve it
                                Everything is snow
                                and its grains, its crystals, its pellets
                                cover every day of December
                                
                                I was sure of meeting you under
                                a hanging of mistletoe
                                Oh cold...distant, distant December!
                                  


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