december song
By benafim
December SongWhen the evening breeze isin a good moon and wishesto play music it, uses sprigsoff my almond tree for its mandolin.The evergreen bush, by the crumbling wall, jangles its leaves and says: “What Beautiful music my friend, but why is it so sad?”“When you are cold and unseenlike me and when you are as ugly as the winter bare almond tree, you too would feel sad”The cool breeze whispers. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 06:20 PM PST 0 • 10
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"December SongWhen the evening breeze isin a good moon and wishesto play music it, uses sprigsoff my almond tree for its mandolin.The evergreen bush, by the crumbling wall, jangles its leaves and says: “What Beautiful music my friend, but why is it so sad?”“When you are cold and unseenlike me and when you are as ugly as the winter bare almond tree, you too would feel sad”The cool breeze whispers...."