New Year’s Eve

On New Year’s Eve
I went to watch the
rough water dance in tune.
As it waits for
desires call to come.
On its own way,
curved or straight.
The river always leans forward
pursuing purposeful action.
Just like me.
There by rivers side
I saw nothing beyond.
So, I moved onward.
Like the river of life.


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