universe

Crystal clings, toast to things,

Remembered from the year.

Wine pours red, nod our head,

To loved ones we hold dear.

A kiss held softly and

Tight embrace, I love you.

The moments of kindness,

Auld lang syne, old and new.

Brace the wise man, who lifts

His staff among stars of time.

We pray to mystery of

Life, singing old lang syne.

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An hour of time,

a lifetime,

a pause,

a moment,

a second,

memories

measured,

by who

remembers

the times…

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Wet morning sand stick to my feet

while brown seaweed breaks into my path.

I travel to my beginnings toward the sea.

Watchful without pretention or notice

sounds of waves crashing and wind blushing

past me, as I step into the path.

On the shores morning and evening meet always.

Reflection of all time before me, and after me,

will continue long after my footprints are no longer

wet to my feet; deep into my path.

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