December 22, 2011 02:20 AM UTC
(Updated: December 22, 2011 12:58 PM UTC)
The sun goes down
It comes again, quite fast
Trees, carrying their treeish lives
Closets frowning at summer clothes
A poem, fractured last year
Crawling and relaxing
Intriguing Silence.
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Comments: 48
Interesting your daughter calls you Papa. My children call me Papa.
You should have no problems given your experiences and large vocabulary.
Happy holidays to you and let's keep in touch. you have my fon, yes?
It comes again, quite fast
Trees, carrying their treeish lives
Closets frowning at summer clothes
A poem, fractured last year
Crawling and relaxing
Intriguing Silence...hibernating from a long time.
Merry Christmas from my family to yours.
So good so see you here!
It's so sweet that your papa is here to comment, I'm very jealous! My dad reads mine as well and then facebooks me ... ahhhh technology!
Sun sets, fingers touch
Heart ponders the idea
Two worlds merging
A love is born
Your poem inspires :)