Reflections float
like the year we left behind.
We take a break and call it a year,
though time flows.
On a misty dawn
we await a beginning
and call it a start to an era of the unknown.
The grey sky rains.
Images shine.
Something from the past
is still here.
The ripple behind
a sound of the rain.
We are chilled to the bones
not able to cast away the remnants
of the trials we went through,
the trail of the shadows
falling on the murky waters that refuse to flow.
Today, the morning sun is kind.
Let us watch together
the signs of the change;
the lessons we learnt
make the the colors of the future calm and mellow.
Sushama Karnik
31 December 2020
Thanks for the image @Milan Lakić
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