The night is drawing to a close

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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