ON CHRISTMAS EVE
Fall on earth winter dream,
peace and blessing
be moved in every spirit.
The clear sound of bells are ringing,
let’s clothe our hearts in celebration.
Little village in Jászol
Our Jesus is born.
Christmas on silent night
some strange feeling is beating inside me,
And like an old lantern flashes up,
those old sweet dreams,
colorful candle magic blowing smoke.
Tiny Houses With Snow Caps,
Small windows with frosty flowers.
And we, hugging each other,
waiting with a broken heart,
Merry Christmas
the white angel.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
