Red is wound, With white, a light. Black is dark, ...
When you see lovely lights Of greens, reds, and whites You know it is Christmas Time When snow falls down from the skies Soft and thick it lies You know it is...
You rich and gleaming precious beans So sleek and flawless and fine To bar you from me would be mean To ban you would be a cruel crime I cannot express the joy...
O Morn Sun! Behold! My dew is now sleeping She is a baby whom my Nigh has born Inside the womb of my flower Her fragrance, her love! Her solace for an ephem...
