New Year’s
This year like a fresh white page
Still warm from the press of tomorrow.
Midnight spills sparkling light on the snow
Time exhales, fast but taming.
We step forward carrying new seeds in our pockets,
Dreams as seashells,
Morning waves of calm
Singing a vibrant new song,
Sunlight rinses the dust
For our new plans
Like a sea of healthy rhythms
For our new days
To breathe steady as waves
Learning our shore.
Hope stands tall
with a strong tree in winter
And now a new beginning we grow.
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