It is difficult to put a bye on the passing year,
the warm sunrays are just letting me up.
not harsh or piping hot on my cells!
abundance of goodness to view on these last weeks.
Easy to forgive the rest when you are at fault too,
but when you are home trodden because of some,
life is never easy to forgive and come.
We rejoice what made our choices dome!
This phase is all going to sublime,
with the passing days, going for some.
newness to reborn, rest to shorten.
each year we make it fake it and rejoice it!
The wintery brew is holding me long,
wonder where the yesteryears are bygone now.
why was it so quick and how,
life cannot restore the crown bow.
The seasons speak a lot on the chores.
and with this little sprinkle of light
a set of vacuums has been gasped out.
our senses resume the track with a sense called experience!
Nice one
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