It's New Year's Morn

New Year

It's New year morn
Bright Sunshine melting the cold
The warmth of growing hope
My new eyes eager to behold.
It's New Year's morn
Time to bury the bygones
But I pluck our memories
A few rights and some wrongs.
Therein lie not so dead memories
Of silent moments Talking.
Speeches lonely, silent
And hours and hours of emptying.
I am burying these with care,
All streams of a parched soul
Hereon, they would be memories
Their treasure, I to myself, would dole.
It's new year's morn
Time to bury the bygones
Let me pluck our memories,
Lyrics for my unsung songs.

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