The boundaries of the year

 

The boundaries of the year

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By Z Writer 🖋️

To pass the old year and the new year

             Stepping over the border

             The things left over from the old year

             I turned around again.

             Valuable things scattered...

             A pile of garbage on his shoulders.

It's good.... at twenty two

            I've got my music to pick back up.

            When the time is right, the next generation

            To smile boldly

            If I'm self-sufficient, I'll get it.

Pulled away one by one

            The skins of twenty-one come off.

            Not even myself anymore

            After removing the skins.....

            Like a flower carved out of steel

            It's beautiful with hard water.

Z Writer - Eraser