Christmas Eve in Xinxiang

So, it starts….
another Christmas eve.
I cannot count the cost
of all the faces lost.
White, blue, yellow, green, red.
Too many cold landscapes.
But I blinked my eyes,
and gave applause.
Snared again,
in a love impasse.
Like the fresh scent
of a summer breeze……

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