Fly off


flying off like an old seagull
blazed in a storm wind
the old year disapears
leaves nothing but 
memories of our ups and downs 
our crashing in the time's 
ever forward moving windshield 
left knocked down on the road 
should we stay down
or rise like a bird Phoenix 
dust off, spread dishevelled wings
turn to the winds and soar
soar in the bright lights
of the oncoming future

Hope 2023 will be a good year but, to quote a Nobel Prize winner, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. Ha de Gött!

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3 comments

  1. stirring metaphor, Ulle: works well 🙂

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