A discarded bauble on the floor,
Guess it didn't want to be on the tree anymore.
Dusty and dirty with some partial gleam,
Bashes around boldly, scratches I'd seen.
My face is reflecting inside the circle,
Who's been praying for a Christmas Miracle?
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Good write SM.
Cheers.
The miracles that we share with people all over the world are probably so small that even people don't notice them. I don't know if you can call it a miracle, but miracles do happen in unexpected places.
Exactly and thank you!
Enjoyable read, thank you
Thanks pal.
You are very welcome
Excellent write
I love how perfect this is. Excellently rendered with awesome imagery and exquisite poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
thank you.
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