Poetry

New Year (poem)

A single firework flashes,
its light a temporary brightness
smeared across
the dark canvass
of sky.
Some people come into our lives like this-
fleeting,
for a moment only.
They burst in colors
and flare
and then are gone.
It is up to you what to remember now:
that flash of light,
or the darkness that followed,
or nothing.
Whatever it is that you choose
is beautiful.
Whatever it is that you choose
is an adventure yet to unfold.

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