Yin and Yang Year

February 13, 2011
A rainbow of colorful glass adorns the huge orb,
It reflects the joy of the past year,
Like a movie screen, the mirrors play back triumphs and successes,
As it drops, hope soars,
Hope for a future framed by happiness,
Another cheerful chapter waiting to be read.
She stands on the frigid pavement, unrecognized in the masses,
Eyes glued on her still-plunging dreams,
His hand wrapped around hers as they face the new year together.

Harsh mirrors cover the massive sphere,
It emulates the tragedy of the past year,
Like a recurring nightmare, it relives the previous pain and sorrow,
As it drops, so does her heart,
She stands on the icy street, blending in with the crowd.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she dreads the obstacles ahead,
She flinches as the clock strikes twelve and the others lean in,
Even on the eve of new beginnings,
She’s lonelier than she’s ever been.

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