In the Stag-night I predict a new dawn Chum!

One hour already retarded to bring him for the Christmas winter chimes and the sky get ready to send snow flakes to the burning Earth.
He smiles as a new born child with an honest heart.
Well-being for the land of opportunity!
And please do not forget this rare black tulip gives you the fragrance
As same as a white Lilac.
A faraway cottage chimney carries off smoke to the chirpy sky
That resembles me his marvelous face.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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