Cold winds, trust.

The sky has shifted.
Cold winds with a hint of dry air.
I bend backwards to gaze at Orion’s Belt
And watch as he shifts his waist.

The year had ended 
And time has done its sentence.
Three hundred and sixty five days of torture
But it’s finally a new beginning.

A fresh start, 
New people to meet.
Here’s to new hellos and harsh goodbyes.

But to have met you before the year’s end 
And to know you as the year began,
That’s how this year stands out and apart,
A new beginning, a happy ending.


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