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Happy New Poetical Year
The wind doesn't know where to go,
blowing through the grey layers of hay,
painting the sky; new scenery coming by.
Confused and half-portrayed,
the birds forget where they laid
their eggs,half-hatched,with moving legs.
And people move around with the windy sound in their hair,merely managing self to bear,dancing with the wind,reflecting on how they winned.
Piercing through the nature's power,
building their inner tower.
The end of the year,yet it is so near
a new beginning,the time for winning.
Let it be,let it be all that can and cannot be!
© Lady_O
blowing through the grey layers of hay,
painting the sky; new scenery coming by.
Confused and half-portrayed,
the birds forget where they laid
their eggs,half-hatched,with moving legs.
And people move around with the windy sound in their hair,merely managing self to bear,dancing with the wind,reflecting on how they winned.
Piercing through the nature's power,
building their inner tower.
The end of the year,yet it is so near
a new beginning,the time for winning.
Let it be,let it be all that can and cannot be!
© Lady_O
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