#YearEndEchoes

Each day was a story,
While it stacked with expectations,
To search for a listener,

Each weekends was a party,
While it connects with people
To see them well and good,

Each month has passed as a cloud,
While raying it's hope,
And streaming it's miseries,

Well it is December now,
Expectations have changed to experience,
The streaming miseries turned to be lesson,
With stories and songs to heed,

With all lights and dances aroundon the eve,
Wrapped my loads as gifts for next year,
With resolution and hope.


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