New year,
new ambitions will soon push out the old
(I pray)
dancing in the noon-time shadows,
I masquerade as a figment of your imagination
I cool you like the morning dew between your toes,
soaking into your skin, where I shall remain
until your pumice scrubs me away,
(though I cling with all my might(and that turns out to not be much))
and I drift
into this new year
seeking the renewal
I so deserve
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Exaxctly how I feel! Good job


