Laughter fills the air,
Pulsing music fills my ears.
Smiling and hugging and kissing and living all around.
When the clock strikes twelve
The scent of endless possibilities arises.
New year and new starts;
Turning over a new leaf and all that.
But maybe that's what this year can be;
A new beginning.
This year was tough but I made it.
This is how to get through life:
Not in big steps or weeks or days
But moment to moment
And before you know it you have filled up a year with moments.
Smile at the strike of twelve.
Cheers to not looking back,
Cheers to moving forwards.
-by holly boyd
Happy New Year from England (:
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