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i sit
on a garden bench
the first one i find
for the first time
on the side
at the bottom
behind
laughter and music
christmas
in tents
music from accelerated steps
laughter in kissing
from the compliments
surprises in smiles
that miss on the year
what perfect heart
sounds in the air
and in stillness
on the garden bench
absent
cold
cold
conscientiously
let the cold air penetrate
i rejoice in laughter and music
and from faces passing
the joke of the days
and leaves
who have already fallen
and no matter how cold it is
never so much that can't hold on
and i remember you
and you
and you
and so many others i know and do not know
of no use to me bear the cold
i can't absorb the cold to heat you
but i appreciate this cold
smooth
that comes in like music
is christmas
sunday of gifts