Holidays

Quickening footsteps
Thump
On the floor of wintry face
Bustling cars
Whiz
By the lake of solitary dace
Mistletoes
Roasting fire
And holidays’ greetings
What does your heart long for
A gentle smile
Or bittersweet nostalgia
In the white flakes
At the end of this year
What lies in the future
Is it from the heaven
Or the destiny of your hands