Here comes the dawn of a new year,
and the heavens echo, my friend:
withering flowers will bloom, sad hearts will cheer.
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and we shall not cower in fear,
in times when ripples need be amend,
because here comes the dawn of a new year.
.
a little odd some days may appear,
a little low we beings may descend,
but, withering flowers will bloom, sad hearts will cheer.
.
remove the mask, burn the veneer,
for upon ourselves we may depend,
because here comes the dawn of a new year.
.
and as we go, bleak may seem the atmosphere,
with each road posing a dead end,
yet, withering flowers will bloom, sad hearts will cheer.
.
For we shall dream less and toil more, my dear,
and the fruits we reap, we may not comprehend,
because here comes the dawn of a new year,
where withering flowers will bloom, sad hearts will cheer.
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Cheemnonso™
There is a real sense of the natural order of life in this post and the cycle renewing. Thanks for sharing! I am a Creative Life Coach with a poetry blog and today’s here is today’s in case you have time to look? It is also a villanelle!
https://peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com/2019/04/05/blurred-lines/
I am also on Instagram as #coachingcreatively, let’s follow each other if you use this medium? You can also find me on Facebook under Sam Allen wearing a bright red and orange hat!
I love connecting with fellow creatives as you can see!
Sunny greetings from Switzerland!
Sam 🙂
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Thanks Sam
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When I read this now as lovely as it, I just thought to myself. Human race was not aware of what beholds them in 2020 and on. sigh. Life is life.
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Indeed, Dew. We never really know what the future portends🙂. Thanks for your remark.
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I love a good Villanelle. Almost a lost art.
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Indeed John. Villanelles are fascinating.
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