Come In Young Year Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Come in young year,
The old moments are going;
New minutes everywhere,
In the snow glowing.
Days are passing through,
Never staying on strong;
Into the weightiness blue,
Thank you and so long.

Come in young year,
With your freshly ways;
Wind's blowing your hair,
Earth setting your clays.
Have your flows falling,
What will you bring to me?
All the unknown's calling,
Still so fluffy and free.

Come in young year,
I will give you my touch;
Yearnings, what they bear,
The still unborn and such.
Peace be with your heart,
As you uncover the pages;
Now is the space to start,
Coming to outrun the ages.

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Happy new year everybody!