2:33 P.M. - Wednesday, Dec. 27, 2006
Birth of a New Year
The past she whispers through the night,
Tomorrows beckon toward the light.
Hungry spirits cry and moan,
Empty cradles young have grown.

Each have danced within our soul
Ripples now are all that show
A mark was made, edge so sharp
Chasm wound within the heart.

New Year ticks, clocks unwind.
All must go none left behind.
Each breath we take, a moment gone,
One must ponder if he was wrong.

Those that lie beneath the sky
See her beauty through naked eye.
Dancing willows in the field,
Past-present, exposed and peeled.

Sandyz

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