#CountdownEchoes

The clock strikes twelve, a moment's pause
As seconds flee, and a year's applause
Fades into echoes, whispers of the past
A countdown's final beat, forever to last

In these fleeting seconds, hopes and dreams entwine
Regrets and memories, a bittersweet rhyme
The old year's legacy, a story yet untold
As the new year's promise, begins to unfold

Like falling confetti, moments lost in air
The countdown's echoes, beyond repair
A time for reflection, for letting go
Embracing the unknown, as the clock strikes low

In the silence between, the years go...