Aspirations on the Eve of a New Year

Cats live nine…

Which would make tomorrow

My sixth

I suspect

Prelude undertaken

Ephemerally circumspect

See art

In all around me

Hear hushed music

In the air

Silver sunshine

Warm my cheeks

Feel a cool breeze

Lift my hair

Taste salty tears

Of happiness

Let them flow…

It’s allowed

Smell cut grass,



The ocean


Even now


All the best for 2019, ❤️ Lydia

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