The air of December stays between nostalgia and change
For some memories to reminisce and for those ones coming to gain
The footprints, reminding us the direction of that one lane
Once, where, there was a tree, standing still, covering us up from the summer rays
This new season, filling the void, even though, cold, but keeping me alive
December is blooming something inside me, maybe myself for the upcoming day
The year ahead, a new one, staying, waiting for me, has something to say
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I think the new year might well have a lot to say, enjoyed the read, thank you
Thank you.
You are very welcome
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