For Yearning Of Wings And The New Year's So Bringing

So this is the end, like the end of gain for the lovers' loss, or another's yet lost in the sea of much time?

Or so I once thought the end's always merry, for there's always tomorrow when your years they did went

But in the end it's always the watcher who watches the festive for no ritual's dispensed, afraid of no rights

And thus will I send this off for a year's worth of nothing, in hopes of new peace and everything nice...

Forsooth this array I indeed found relief, or will this be now aired on mirth and grey for friendly occasion?

Alas this may sit so too well in my bowels, a last day of life for a year that's soon goes, for another spun sky

And so for too long could I say now farewell, or at least another wet season for a daring light downpour?

In lit side of plain green or a gaudy laced city street, so clearly I now feel this ending be sweet...

So now I'd be ready to start on aplenty, for the season's date ending I once more say goody!

Thus it seems now be fitting that the winter's lost chilly, a sigh on white blankets or maybe all righty

As the world now revolves to where it last started, the space and the sky seems not much a-changing

I now wish you all, this gold paved tomorrow, for yearning of wings and the new year's so bringing...

SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR

XNROE

31st December 2012