As I stood guard on my night watch, And weariness of the night watch Weighs on my loins and my body has become drowsy; And my alertness draws out the fetter to The breaking point of desolation on this drudge I heard the Cock Crow of the New Daw
(I was asked to describe Snow without using the word SNOW, and here it is. A different approach! Thanks to Poetspub will surely not suffice to express my gratitude! Hope this poem is loved too guys!☺)
There is a silent speed spreading over the city, bearing in its wake an emotional propulsion ... That is the mood of Christmas
But just as he’d thought he will never find his way out, he heard again the sounds and lighting of fireworks in the horizon, just as the one before; here it comes again: Xmas is here