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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I lie, on my large comfort bed.. counting seconds, syncing my heartbeat, with the tick of the great white clock, above my head. What I'm thinking, even I do not know.. Clouds have formed on my thoughts... Fogs have scathed my vision, hence, I cannot see beyond the goose trail of old memory.. The wind whooshes in uninvited,,, with a knowing air, It tells me... Oh.... I have forgotten.. I sit up.. and shake my head ruefully.. This blankness,, this emptiness.. This menace of internal unknowingness... It eats me up... I know something pegs at my unsettled mind.. But what?? Oh!!!! I remember now,,, only vaguely though.. The wind,, it had said something.. Something about sunshine.. Sunshine on a rainy day.. I stand up... No longer able to contain the powerful synergy of energy.. Inside me, this surge occurs.. It jolts me, it jostles me here and there - So I walk Up and down the entire bedroom.. I'm getting something.. Hazy formations,,, silhouettes,,, outlines.... Then, the first images appear.. Blurry at first, but.. as time passes... clearer they become.. I start to understand.. But.... Suddenly, I'm drawn back into the past... I recall,,, I remember... The hindsight is too powerful for me.. I jump up!!! And in a matter of seconds,,, I find myself dancing.. This thing, that boggled my pristine mind.. I finally know what it is.. But I do not have a name for it yet,, It's,,, it's a tune,,, it starts with a rhythm.. A konga drum,,,, chimes,, gongs... Then,,, larger, thicker, hide-drums... Then... A beat,, syncopated and enthralling.. It's fast... Strong,,, daring... Then... Dancing steps.. Dancing... A voice, raised from a variegated population... Heart,, beating in sync.. I discern,,,, Yes... Sunshine on a rainy day.. Hmm... My mind is full.. It's near breakpoint.. I am now eager to name this anonymous sensation.. I think... I think... Yes... The name falls to my small ears.... It startles me... But,,, I receive it with a heart full of dire hope.. I breathe a sigh and let the name out... "Yuletide", I say.. And as I pant, recovering from the exhilaration,,, A figure, in red and white crosses my window... Merry Christmas....
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