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Christmas Eve

Hearts heave a relief

of homecoming.

Anticipation smiles

on silent beds

of every young child.

Wreaths of activity

yearning for a peace

that never arrives.


Following evening star

in slipshod time

of glittered hope

and gifted uncertainty

that reflects

in each other's eyes.


©  Katypoetess 2015

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