Laura Grá
Dec 27, 20191 min
We cherish the purity of the white splendour,
In a quaint presentation of demure traditions,
Our love for life grows in its grandeur,
In magic that bursts in a noble rendition.
An acquitted season of a festive miracle,
A plain adoration for devoted dreams,
A cold introspection in a beguiled oracle
That warms the summer’s soul with brumal beams.