a poem by Michael Flores Caasi, Philippines - poetry writer, author, poet

Tears fall again, and let them dry, leaving no stain...
As Christmas passing my lonely way,
I close these eyes and pray.
O Lord please grant me joy, nothing but the sweetest joy.

And while the purest snow falls upon my face,
seems virgin for my heart to feel its grace...
My soul is weeping, thinking of the summer faraway
and tears are drying each passing lonely day.

Nights of sighs and memories,
of no sleep, of no smiles but worries,
I reminisce those colors that I left
and now my Christmas is at rest.

A day before my sad white Christmas,
I woke up still with teary eyes.
For I am thinking of tomorrow's morn,
I'll celebrate Christmas sad and alone

Today the celebration comes indeed,
and I remain teary silent on my bed.
As the music of Christmas is softly playing,
I just say a little prayer:
'O Lord to you I offer this day, for You are the reason of this season. Bless me the joy today, here and now,

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