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Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.
Beutiful poem. So sweet and melancholic... Thank you, Josh
ReplyDeleteSo lovely! thank you! :-)
ReplyDeleteDelightful, yet wistful. Plus you always find the most excellent pictures to accompany what has been written. Thank you, Josh. :)
ReplyDeleteTruly lovely. Thanks, Josh.
ReplyDeleteI like Susan's wistful for this, very nice
ReplyDeleteYes. Wistful. Perfect. Fairy mistletoe.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely. Somehow reminds me of Archer from Green Glass Beads.
ReplyDeleteAww, I like that a lot! I have problems this year to feel the right Christmas feeling! But you and your Advent Calendar, that give me Christmas, really a great gift!
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