A beginning, a new beginning
with the advent of January,
circling above my roof, my head
wan with care, a crane, brooding
in its world hitting new and novel;
a reminder to my family, what year it was;
perhaps a nullification of all that is evil
a mystery terrific veering round me ;
Behind me a strange with look of prediction
may be ghost or embodiment of Time,
Running on its own, beyond our daring ventures
Time still is clairvoyant, you cannot chain it ;
For a sufferer, balanced, past and present
Tapping on equal terms at all tides
Silence stands knocking impartial
Only message endure till the best of times!
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