Ring...ring...the bell goes tolling:
twelve, followed by music
hanging in the air with fireworks
tingeing the sky with sparkling hues.
As the hands of the clock are turning,
one...one second passes midnight;
a year is gone, the next second is counting
the next year's beginning.
As the fireworks are fading,
the sky becomes clear
just as the mind becomes light
with the stars shining bright.
And as the music intertwines
with the night of sleep,
The night seems to fall
In a peaceful dream.
~Flower lasts so an hour, yet spring will brings her back to life again.
~Just when I thought it is too far away, opportunity knocks the door
[This message has been edited by aries_luv_ppl (01-02-2002 08:00 PM).]