by Majezty C. Navarro
(Redondo Beach, CA)

You never know when it will come
You feel its presence,
Still like the Darkest Night, it remains Silent
Silent Night,
Reveals itself when the time is right
It is said that it's a gift sent from Heaven
Received in the past, still it's the best Present,
You wonder how it's able to keep working after so many years
Sweet, but even the sweetest things shed tears
Faced so much hate, tears that left trails among its face, a disgrace
Yet a grace, to be in the presence of something so special...

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