Beginning it is, not new

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The day is done,
sun ain’t momently lost
to the mirky clouds,
it has set.

At tomorrow’s daybreak,
whilst shall rise just as before
sun’s mien shall connote
not just another day,
rather a whimsical foray,
for nous wanders,
to the year that was,
calling past to better rescue
future that flavors lost.

Crowd at square,
brave-hearts at club,
have commenced countdown,
subscribed,
to services of unseen time,
gracing, acknowledging arrival,
trusting futurity, and in it, self,
clung to smattering resolutions,
caressing celebratory today,
like tomorrow’s sunshine
would remedy drabness
of cluttered corners,
just like that!

but wager I will
on this creature of jubilation,
better their act,
unlike darn solitary brains
confined to past,
pains they sob over,
unable to shed off.

Realize,
beginning it is, not new,
all called for is another view.