NYE 2010
Clock strikes twelve,
Its as old as I feel,
I stand beneath firework sky,
At Millennium wheel,
A kiss on new years day,
Equals all the ones I missed,
Your eyes widen in the commotion,
Bottles cracked and smashed,
Feet trampled and voices unheard,
Smiling hard you cannot stop,
Holding you tightly my arms embraced,
This time not letting you go,
Your beauty traces the winter’s chill.
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