My Dear New Year

the clock strikes twelve
and the fireworks captivate my heart
I feel a warm, new wave drawing near
and my rucksack falling down
so I pray:
My Dear New Year
how I wished my next pages were blank…
cos if they were
I’d color them with my inspiring thoughts
and make the corners luminous and bright
and then give them to you
to explore what you’ve got
and afterwards I…
I’d love to use your hidden potential to dance
and to sing to the music you’d play
and never ever again doubt
in you becoming The Wonderful Year

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