After almost a vista of months, after lights, bells and horses....almost becoming a memory.
A memory with nothing to remember except that something twinkled, something tinkled and something ran on hooves.
Yet a memory that will hold some life that had sincerity, that was able to be human enough to have been so with no material attachments.
Sometimes, I have wondered who the hell it had been.
Somehow a new year dawns and the bells, lights and horses almost seem to be just memory, as if they belonged to a year before.
Perhaps some life behind it all lsot its fancy or had left the place.
I could never know who twinkled, tinkled and trotted.
I could never be sure what twinkled, tinkled and trotted.
I just know some life out there held a sincerity.
Or the possibilty since nothing ever was expressed that something lit, rang and trotted out of fancy.
Bells, lights and horses among the many strange happenings in a strange place.
A place that held its own special terrors and wonder.
A place where a stranger becomes a confidant and friends become distant.
A place where you forget to draw the veil you normally do over sentiments after a stranger defeats you within.
A defeat that was stronger than the kiss of victory.
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