Like a quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves;
the year passed by. Heaven then taught me how
to love and rhyme as I looked on world with the
glorious sun’s eye.
Though if year gone by was offered me again;
the reverie bewilders and perturbs the mind.
Would accept and waltz through the pleasure
and pain; endure its purpose in the labyrinth
Memories flowing with drops of ink;
Weld mind and heart in perfect sync.
Photo credits: Unsplash
Inspiration from “Burning the Old Year” by Naomi Shihab Nye.
Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub