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
of wind.

Memories flowing with drops of ink;
Weld mind and heart in perfect sync.

 

Photo credits: Unsplash

Inspiration from “Burning the Old Year” byΒ Naomi Shihab Nye.

Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub

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