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There’s crisp rebirth in the air.
You can smell it

Sharp as cinnamon

Tickles your senses

Chortles as it frolics away.

A fresh year, a novel newness

Ready for it? Not me!

Too scared, too timid

Yet already diving headfirst

Into the pile of leaves

That promises to usher in happy. 

Spark in my soul that pushes

Me forward, echoes my wishes

Drowns out my despairs.

Forget the failures of the year past

Suck out the marrow in your dreams

Forge a new, steady path

One that smells of adventure. 

Leave darkness behind

Close your eyelids

Paint them purple

See the moon ahead

Drift away on stardust

And never look back.