Winter hast come,
And winter hast gone.
The blistering cold hast not lingered since then.
Sounds of the demented hast birthed laughter.
From the backwaters of life,
Kindled hope.
The tinted darkness begot life,
And light shone brightly upon Lilies that lieth upon their valley.
The trees that doth not less for us,
Sprout once more with life,
While stars above the heavens
mimic the Dance and songs of our San ancestors
as they didst round about flames of deliverance.
With kid gloves I present a gift,
A shining reminder of life that once was,
And forever will not be.
I seek a stand upon thy shoulders,
My tongue stretch out to lick thy ear.
Listen to my whispers as they trek about chambers of thine ears.
Listen to them as they flow like honey,
Listen to them as their melody wells in ye.
With every note playing sounds of godly pleasure,
Every note mending thine heart for success.
Creating a vase full love…
…Tasteful love.
And a joyous sound of comfort
"Jolly New Year and great bounty"; you'll hear it sing…
…"Jolly New Year and great bounty"
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