Wrestling With Angels
The seeds of
love
once planted
grow wildly in
the verdant forest
The battle for peace, however,
continues throughout
the year
the cool winds
of December
caress you and free
you from worries
When the land is covered
in white
warm arms will
reach out for you
Piercing eyes will
penetrate the depths
of your heart
When the ground is
cold
the seeds of love germinate
They'll greet the spring
with riotous colors
and gorgeous aroma
The coldest winter
is seed - time
for joy
If the truth be told
we'll find our
way
out of the darkness,
wrestle with angels
urge them to join
the dance
the dance which brings
joy and warmth to us
while the world turns
on it's axis
receiving light from
that nearest star
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