where has everyone gone to,
you ask
in the silence
of a rainy street. has exhaustion
set in
from the frenzy of holiday.
has the air left
the balloon of a year almost
done.
the money spent, the drinks
gone dry.
no one dances anymore. no one
takes a hand
and leads a loved one, slowly
across the floor.
the world is tired.
the music has stopped.
a new year will erase the old
year.
what will enfold?
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