Your Christmas Lights
vim of life,
that warms your heart.
Holy nights not as warm as Christmas Lights.
Seasons, occasions leave, not Christmas Lights.
Life rolls, age tolls.
Turn it on,
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022
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