Shape Of Year
Reflections of a year gone by
An exhausting march
Of tiring times..
A period of instruction, knowledge so acquired
Mental anguish, no desire
Results I have no hand to cease
Relinquish to the powers that be..
Complete sorrow, complete joy
Complete balance seals the soul.
poem by Littlewing28 Space
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