11/07/25

Sigh

I want to sigh 

about the celebrations

of the end of the old year

and the fireworks of the new year

 

because the garden smells of rain

and the peace and quiet is a refrain

of all I want and that

is to read and write

and think of the new year

as clean pages

a whole new book


because the books

are different

are more

the books are fulfilling


I always remember scenes

that wasn’t 

in the films




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