The Second Millennium-About to Come
of Age
The Year gone by:
A red dot of pain, a frozen tear,
with a hand of a child
tugging at it,
to pull it down like a balloon lost
to the winds of Time.
How can the eye fail to see what's written so plainly
all over the sky?
The Year so new and so close ,
about to rise
like a bright red drop of sun
with one eye hiding behind the cloud
and the other eye shining
from behind the hill,
spilling the honey and caramel
as if from the hands of a child running downhill.
The Year gone by:
A red dot of pain, a frozen tear,
with a hand of a child
tugging at it,
to pull it down like a balloon lost
to the winds of Time.
How can the eye fail to see what's written so plainly
all over the sky?
The Year so new and so close ,
about to rise
like a bright red drop of sun
with one eye hiding behind the cloud
and the other eye shining
from behind the hill,
spilling the honey and caramel
as if from the hands of a child running downhill.
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