Walking into the night
The blanket of darkness
Hides what is to come
What is to be
In the new year
For now the curtains are closing
On the old year
Dust-sheets put on joy and grief
Memories filed away
A photo-album shut
The urge for the sunrise to come
A virgin day
An unwritten story
The promise of will be
The fear of what’s to come
Break free with the first rays of sunshine
And so it keeps turning
Said wheel
In the end there is beginning
As below so above
Year after year
Life after life
Until …
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