With the magic of a midnight kiss, a new year is born,
as the clock strikes twelve with a symphony of hope.
Each new year is a blank canvas, untouched by scorn,
a promise whispered in the dark without a mope.
And the stars above are like dreams unspoken,
as our calendars turns its page with silent grace.
Illuminating a path toward the year unbroken,
as we're given a chance to learn and embrace.
With each sunrise we have a chance to begin,
and unload last year's burdens, let them fade.
When we let the past go, we let new chapters in,
inspiring a whole dawn of possibility, a serenade.
Our resolutions all bloom like flowers in spring,
as they promise change, and grow to spread wings.
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Sonnets
PoetryA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
