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Something New

Make something new today before the day expires
The death of it looms outside my window
With the lullaby for the sun
Turning stale wheels
The cranium hurts with exhaustion
The fresh dews smell of death
As the fall of the season births the end of happy warmth

Today so quickly perishes
To welcome the promise of the new gift
Something new
I put together
A new joy,

A new meaning for those three.

1 comment:

Myne Whitman said...

Another nice poem. Makes sense especially with the changing seasons and the shorter days.

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