New Year Resolutions
Ripples of the lake whispered
To become the cloud to kiss the sky
But clouds desired to come down
To be in the flow of the ocean.
Little baby in the cradle
Wished to crawl across the lawn
But old aunt dreamt to be in the cradle
To cherish it again.
Desires are floating aroud the skull
But potters wheel of time
Riding us on the same round.
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