New Year's Day
I am an empty page this morning a white, blank, flat, tangible item
but yesterday I was a bubble of explosion inside someone's cup.
I am a calendar of value though I only saw first light I can imagine
the things that I could do, the things I could achieve, tomorrow....
I am the beginning of sunlight on a promise of morning a mayhem
of disordered thoughts still, I have a vision board and DREAMS.
New destinies await me this New Year's Day, I'm gonna do it !
with a fresh new start...
Mystic Rose
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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