(a poem)
as the year ends my thoughts they gallow senseless
as if to mimic the shallowness of a dream
where you once spoke to me of seasons becoming and seasons reccurring..
will i ever be free of you greeting the new year with hope,
greeting the new dawn knowing love is eternal and yet fragile
is this will or a potent desire to heal the wounds brought by trials..
my love is an illusion, a product of my imagination
but a defining pigment of color in a mono-chromatic world i created
in my dreams, in my sorrow..all is but a dream.
now the year is closing, the whole world awaits
embracing with grace as we bid our goodbyes
shedding good tears while silently cries.
the year is closing, it came up with no better end.
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"Year Ender" by L.K.S. -12:23AM
Life is what we make out of it, my dear.
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