What Is This
Streaks of pure gold stretch across an otherwise tainted sky
Bursting its darkness with its arrays of new life
Violently invading the secrets of all hidden behind its mask
What is this thing? Which banishes the darkness of yore
Burying what has been at its very own feet.
Giving life to broken promises, stagnated dreams
Otherwise dead visions and false hopes of life.
Slaying what once was- while releasing what shall be
What is this taking up residence - a New Year.
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