<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christmas 2003</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The memoir of childhood days, <br>Deeply carved as years part ways, <br>Penetrating and leaving memory's rays, <br>Solitude for silver bells rang in the hay, <br>of the yore, of its juncture and its future.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The limelight of this era never swear, <br>of yore's bells to stay so near, <br>the jolly echoing of the distant care, <br>with all its might the mortal was there, <br>the unnatural feeling of the season's bear, <br>injured by many, yet suffered by her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone were the echoes of the past, <br>Covered by the ecstasy of cash, <br>Whisper by the pretension of its mask, <br>Overwhelmed by the presence so vast, <br>Trumpheting the genuine spirit of Christmas! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here you are in the vastness of none, <br>Thinking the melodies to tune in your mind, <br>What a dim is the little world I had behind, <br>How the days close moonshined the time, <br>Water drops as pines tears entertwine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell Christmas 2003! <br>You've just an err of the footprint's journey, <br>Such error is to look and ponder by me, <br>The basis of tomorrow's treaty, <br>The foundation of today's tease, <br>Farewell and Welcome 2004! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Note: this was written in Tacloban City)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Susan+T.+Aparejo">Susan T. Aparejo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548428" data-title="Christmas 2003 de Susan T. Aparejo" data-description="The memoir of childhood days, Deeply carved as years part ways, Penetrating and leaving memory's rays, Solitude for silver bells rang in the hay, of the yore, of its juncture and its future. The limelight of this era never swear, of yore's b..."></div> </div> </div>

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