December, a poem by Zanka Zana Bošković Coven at Spillwords.com
Igor Cancarevic

December

December

written by: Zanka Zana Bošković Coven

 

In a crystal room of December noble
In luxurious nights celebrates double

All glitters, with wealth brags
With vanity whiteness turns into drugs

Icy ornaments happily sparkling
Silver birds all around sqarking

The forest dressed as a dandy male
From altitude proudly looks at the dale

Full of gold and silver, bends to the ground
Such a pageantry, metallic sounds

Icy crown on each garnish
Rings, brooches, in the morning will vanish

It doesn’t care the winter’s mark
It doesn’t fear the frozen dark

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