It's that time of the year
tail ending December
time to let go of the past
knowing forever it won't last
leaving a lot to remember.
The usher at midnight door
greets time just past the hour
turning a page that'd bring
more songs for every dream
like seeds do bear a flower.
It's that time of every year
to make merry, have no fear
the future will bring the spring
more sunshine and rain to sing
it's time to change gear
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Hi April
Many thanks for finding time to read this one from an Indian and an amateur....few find the time....so highly appreciated..
good to know you liked it....
thanks and regards..
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Thanks April
for stopping by again and sharing your encouraging words...
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racism has no place in poetry dear raj
racism has no place in poetry dear raj
all words
have an imagery
yours may be
could be
indi
others love cyndy's
what ?
see you don't like it
though you know it