Nomad Writer

Calendar pages flutter through the wind 
Another year twists its limbs 
In a dance that is quickly forgotten 
As it grows more distant  
A glimmering speck 
Unseen 
At the threshold of time 
That continues in its unbroken way— 
Solemn and impartial— 
While some will its hands 
To reset to their desires; 
Resolutions gathered 
In an abundance of wishes and prayers 
Between hands, lips and hearts 
Eager to carve boundless paths 
Where the life-giving pulse of fate  
Flows 
Without end. 

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Happy New Year everyone ❤