Icicle teardrops from the heavens
Rain down this cold December day
So far the melting shards stretch
While mist infinitely dims the way

In the midst of this holiday season
Greatest joy is now bleakest grey
And regardless of how hard I try
Words can't relate the mood today

This supposed intellectual of self
With not a meaningful thing to say
Can only sit back and sadly gaze
As world peace drifts further away

Icicle teardrops from the heavens
Rain down this cold December day
So far the melting shards stretch
While mist infinitely dims the way

- 12/28/07

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