A New Year – SIEB.10 @ 4711

A new beat that falls softly,
the hours carry their world
in an indefinite direction,
at the edge of time, in every place.
We continue to write what begins,
even if we are not yet many things.
Just a promise to tomorrow,
a plan that we borrow from life,
it flows by, still and clear,
hope searches in what was.

Let go of what weighed us down yesterday,
for tomorrow counts, what denies us.
It is a gaze that lifts us up,
that moves towards the horizon,
Time, it doesn’t wait, it flies,
only the lasting that weighs.
On a journey, indefinite,
that only a courageous heart can win.

A new beat falls soft and light,
the hours carry their own flight.
In a direction undefined,
at time’s edge, where paths unwind.
We keep writing what’s begun,
though we’re not yet many, just one.
A promise held for the morrow,
a plan we borrow from life’s sorrow.
It flows by, calm and clear,
hope seeks in what was near.

Let go of what weighed us down,
for tomorrow’s light lifts us from the ground.
It’s a glance that helps us rise,
that moves us toward the skies.
Time doesn’t wait, it flies,
only what lasts will survive.
On a journey, undefined,
where only brave hearts will find.

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