Dear two-thousand and twenty eighteen,
The two thousands has entered its debut
A slate has began anew for all
For better or for worse, that I do not know
As trails of Red, Green, and Blue shoot towards the sky
I have began a mantra, and I believe in my heart it will happen
And I know well the people are with me when I ask:
2018, please be kind to us all
May you bring peace to our lives
Acceptance and empathy to embrace the world
To keep the presence of humanity and its tenderness
As we strive to turn this place into less of a menace
I know full well that my wishes would happen in an instant
Nor will it be in the span of this year
But, may this year be a stepping stone
For progress, and not regression
YOU ARE READING
Bottled
Şiir"I've kept all beautiful things inside this bottle, those of which are my feelings-each blissful and crushing one." A series of words to express the inexpressible.
