New
Joy!
Breathing into another space and time,
marked by the digits of a year,
and the disappointments of the past evaporate like sun on a puddle,
gone swiftly without a trace of mercy.
The big clock strikes midnight
as the catapult of newness
soaks all living cells,
the old vanishing down the memory of life,
without a trace.
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