Sweet december
Writter Armida Patterson
Seems like every angel came down tonight,
a prayer listens,
the stars alined,
my soul embraces more than tradition,
it’s a sweet glimpse of december lights.
As gentel as feathers
the softest touch of a perl divine,
my entire heart becomes rewritten,
because of a stary december night.
Forever catched by all the surface,
my darkest shadows became finally bright,
just by the warmest love of a mother,
and how she cares of her newborn child.
Some things get to an unpredicted endings,
but I must admit I don’t know why,
I know december holds on a meaning,
which stays forever in heart’s inside.
