Each and every passing day was a wrench
A pang of broken promises
A switch of destiny
I followed it through a haze,
The meaning of the voyage
Fringing every fleeting moment.
Now it’s
the end of frozen times
The dusk of a day, a year
The new flicker of expectation
The break of new light, new days
Holding our invisible hopes
Returning home, closing the door of darkness.
Happy New Year..
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