This Year
This year
Fortune may find me this year,
Clouds of gloom might wither away,
As colours of passion be crystal clear,
Anxiety and fears are kept at bay,
Will now enjoy this play of clay .
Written Jan 17th, 2015
For contest" This year in English quintain " by Francine Roberts
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