Christmas Far Away
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I'm trudging over sand dunes
in an unfamiliar land.
And yet, I'm thinking of snow,
and of Christmas far away.
Desert sands steal every tear,
mocking my heartache and pain.
And its oppressive silence
is mentally deafening.
Memories of home haunt me,
like caroling and dad's laugh.
And an old fashion fireplace,
with socks, stuffed full of goodies.
Dazzled by a shooting star,
I make a wish as it falls.
For mom said, "when lost, look up
and let the stars guide you home."
(Blank Verse)
11/7/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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