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It's New Year's Morn

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By Creative HubPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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It's New year morn

Bright Sunshine melting the cold

The warmth of growing hope

My new eyes eager to behold.

It's New Year's morn

Time to bury the bygones

But I pluck our memories

A few rights and some wrongs.

Therein lie not so dead memories

Of silent moments Talking.

Speeches lonely, silent

And hours and hours of emptying.

I am burying these with care,

All streams of a parched soul

Hereon, they would be memories

Their treasure, I to myself, would dole.

It's new year's morn

Time to bury the bygones

Let me pluck our memories,

Lyrics for my unsung songs.

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