As I End This Year

Alone within me, like a broken thread, I stood, Each of you added your blooms as best as you could; Each looked immaculately beautiful and pure, Blooms are blooms of natural flowers, I am sure...! Thanks to those who added a few thorns, within, too, I have learned to use them as pins for my torn shoe; Each bloom is aromatic; each thorn is so sharp, Hence, this bouquet murmurs music like a new harp...! With the scent of every bloom, I will march forward, To each one of your bouquet, blossoms I will add; In thick and thin, like true kith and kin, we will glow, Like each bouquet's fragrance to this world, we will blow...! 31 December 2022