New Year

New Year
 
 
Once more a year just passed.
Throughout the seasons
 time’s flight was fast.
 
 
Into the memory are cast
colourful scenes that seem
to flow along  with no more reasons
 than those of dream.
Pictures that last:
a rosy day in spring
amidst a field of flowers,
a summer evening,
in the illuminated streets festivity,
silent blue hours
full of life’s mystery,
a last kiss to a friend,
a fresh attempt
 to start just out of hand 
something undreamt.
 
 
Into the new born year
 we carry on
unfulfilled hopes that meet 
more than one tear
we didn’t shed
 but once will wet
the pillow’s lace…
and we meet grace
that we’ll complete
what we’ve begun.
 
(c) I Beddies

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