By: Husam (Sam) Salman
There, on the evening banks
Of tried and rice thrown confetti
We rested between
Drinks and despair
Between parties and tidings.
There, in the future tomorrow
We began to understand to let go
That it was about how things
Have been and were once done.
But to re-examine the whole
To reflect on the "truths"
On bad habits and
New traditions.
My Yuletide, my heart treat – you
My, how celebrations took on
New – everythings.
How we endlessly roamed
Without purpose
Or destination for too long
Blaming "this year" for
Our lives woes and all
That is wrong with life.
I receed without notice
To exceed me today.
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