Sta.sh
A December morning
Nothing more and nothing less.
Getting ready to leave those old memories
Where the whispered days
Of olden ways are too dark to remember,
Where the moon bears no resemblance,
To the hidden heavens of remembrance
And where the sky melts into the sea.
A December morning
Nothing more and nothing less.
Waiting for the new life to sprout,
To take new paths and identities;
To leave your old mask and to take over another.
One morning to wake up
Open the windows of life
And look outside to the beginning of a new era,
To the beginning of a new life
The beginning of a new chance.
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