Gone With The Old
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DescriptionA poem about bringing in a new year.
MessageA tale as old as time.
ImageMonomoy Writes
A year dead and gone, Withering away in the distance. Empty resolutions Hang overhead.
So much has happened, Yet I feel little difference. What things I have lost, But gained all the same.
Time flys.Or swims. Or sprints.A creature unknown to me.
The injury of letting go, With moving onLurking so close. Too close.
And now, My dates beginning with 1, Numbers getting higher, I think: What's the harm in trying again?
So much has happened, Yet I feel little difference. What things I have lost, But gained all the same.
Time flys.Or swims. Or sprints.A creature unknown to me.
The injury of letting go, With moving onLurking so close. Too close.
And now, My dates beginning with 1, Numbers getting higher, I think: What's the harm in trying again?
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