Happy New Year

My new found land,

Here it shall rain a little every day,

enough to see the blossoms rise

and set the sweet tone of afternoon sky

forth.

Tides shall rise and fall,

telling a story of sweet fleshed

and wry. Salt laved skin we shall

rise from the water aflame with beauty.

Blessed by Galene herself.

Here in my new found land

appointed hours reside for food and wine

for laughter and tears, for sex and death.

It rises with the new year, resolute,

born of resolutions made.

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