The papers in the diary get fresher each year,
With a new cyclic symbol and the next number,
Four seasons impersonator, bubble tea confectioner,
Freshly painted elevator, with wet and dry sign barrier,
Billions of hearts merrier, expecting another good year,
Confidence and happiness are twain and a ruler,
To measure the linear dimension to be calmer,
New dawn and twilight may make one to be stronger.
Resolute my heart whether you follow or break it,
Think high whether you have the wings or the legs,
Strive whether you invest your brain or the muscle,
My heart, you are the winner in your own circle of warriors.
You may shine as the gold in the hardship crucible, with heating elements,
Your impurities are cleared and evaporated leaving you to glimmer,
All these troubles are meant to grade you to focus on the shimmer,
Another good year arrives here holding unwrapped gifts to treasure.
Our hope is always for another great year as you said, whether we have wings or legs. Happy New Year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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an excellent poem about the coming year and its expectations, Happy New Year