The New Year!
The clock is ticking, people holding their breath.
It’s the day people celebrate at 12 a.m.,
instead of fearing ghosts.
Cakes, fireworks, sweets,
filled with love, another year passes somehow.
It’s New Year,
a day with two sides:
hope and endings.
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