A New Year dawns, yet still,
The heart's plight remains, a bitter chill.
In breaths, a tangled, woven maze,
On faces, the same questioning gaze.
A New Year dawns, yet still,
The heart's plight remains, a bitter chill.
Restless, thirsty eyes now roam,
Through pathways veiled in smoky loam.
The heart, by day and night, does yearn,
For a destination it cannot discern.
In breaths, a tangled, woven maze,
On faces, the same questioning gaze.
A New Year dawns, yet still,
The heart's plight remains, a bitter chill.
We wished, we dreamt, the dawn would bloom,
With union’s light, dispelling gloom.
The sun arose, a brand new gleam,
But brought no message, no hopeful dream.
In breaths, a tangled, woven maze,
On faces, the same questioning gaze.
A New Year dawns, yet still,
The heart's plight remains, a bitter chill.
In breaths, a tangled, woven maze,
On faces, the same questioning gaze.
A New Year dawns, yet still,
The heart's plight remains, a bitter chill.
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