The void

The leaves looks black the sun has sunk down low

No chariots of fire,no winter snow

In between the seasons of our minds

Comes the early Christmas be you kind

The black tents in the desert

Now destroyed

No space for love and peace here is the Void

I welcome comments and criticism

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