Party
This, most decadent of days,
I know cannot be more a phase,
than the air that I breathe,
December's reprieve,
little moments are bright,
in the beauty of this night,
raindrops chatter down,
lay final rest to my frown,
so, put on that gnarly tune,
compare me not to the moon,
dance dirty with my deity,
revel in the gaiety,
fireworks decide,
no longer shall I hide,
let's play this out in cheer,
twelve kisses for the New Year.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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