Golden Fifty

The lush tree grows colossal
As the fiftieth flower blossoms.
All vibrant , simple, velvet petals
Surrounded by thousands of new buds,
Welcome, celebrate, prosper and settle:
A brand new year – fresh and awesome!


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  1. Vim

    The thing is: the individual who can enjoy every moment as a new year, with the realisation that the next moment might be their death is the conquerer. Not of life and death; but the conquerer of vibrantly dark soul.

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