The Eve
The Eve
On this night a ball falls down from heights seen in the sky
It’s not amongst the heavens
In the midst of silent gray
It falls upon bricks and steel
A second in time awaits
A worldly gasp to yet unfold thoughts of yester years
The stalling seconds of frosted breath an ode to end the day
A wish upon a falling star a kiss to lead the way
A tear A tear...
A languishing yet hurried hope
for a blessed and brand new year!
Copyright © Debra Lynn | Year Posted 2020
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