December Warm Poem by Hanan Muzafar

I came out of you,
and you called my name,
I was there,
for you all the time,
Someone's voice you heard,
across some strange,
Earth soft, and heaven coloured,
Tonight.

Stay warm,
December it's, cold outside,
close windows,
As snow is going to fall;
Sledge you want,
to go far away,
when it's echo around.

Birch in your hall,
shining bright in dark,
Reindeer eating moss,
and a tune that beats,
with your chord, standing tall.

Let some thoughts in,
for there's nothing to fear,
just you and me,
nobody to hear;
The way you're, apparent I'm,
Look where you're, not so far,
from where you're,
Different shades I carry along.

The way I'm with you,
what it's you sow,
grow, but don't fade;
Beneath what you're,
just be what you thought,
I did it for you,
but you don't know at all,
Once you see me,
sleep, till it's dawn.