
Imagine
The visions
Summon
The letters
Conjure
The words
Inspire
The Muses
From within.

Love the face of fawn
but to fawn about it
leaves me all alone
in the crowd of lovers
glowing, admiring
wishing, parting.
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

November –
a month of crimson sunsets,
cold stars, parting birds,
and warm coats in chilled airs –
waits for the North Wind
to arrive in icicled triumph
crowned with wreathes of snow,
ushering in the dayβs shadow.

One cat, one bird
Two of Hearts
Friend in solitudes.

The Year of Dragon has dawned.
βTis the Year of Blue Dragon cycled
In 60th years, 10 heavens, 12 earths,
East of the Sun, Spring with fortunes.
Happy New Year π€π€βοΈπ§ββοΈπ


The baby came to the world,
The light filled the manger,
The star shined bright,
The world became a delight.
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