T Ebi Ken Jemine

The Beauty Of New Year

Any passing year never a good friend.
It can't escape the blaming and the casting
Its responsibility for lost hopes
The death and dying dreams
The last night of the previous year,
We went to bed and woke up to a new life...
It's like home coming,
Travelling all the way from Last-year.
The usual hoopla surrounded

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