My Winter
In the north,
every sunrise at the ninth hour,
I create angels on the snow
and bring them to life with my harp.
Door to door, we sing and play
for those who can't have a blissful day.
Travelling through town, celebrating snowflakes falling down,
notes and tempo light all harking candles from within
uniting all to follow hope.
After a while, comes Christmas time.
I receive the greatest gift to exist,
your gentle smile.
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