With clouds boiling fiercely in soft cloaks of grey,
and the light of the gods in the sky-
I bared my soul to the force of the night,
and wished the past year goodbye.
A turbulent year, reflected by storm ,
with power, excitement and pain.
With coolness refreshing, like breezes in summer.
With tears like the sweet fall of rain.
The winds carrying scents of some interesting place,
bring sand grains to prickle the skin of my face.
So has the year gone. The exquisite pleasure,
shining like lightning; a transient treasure,
now lost in the grey cloak’ed clouds.
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