Dreams are alive with possibility.
Resolutions are savoured,
But not for long.
Skies are alight with rainbow stars.
Senses are stimulated,
With superfluous frills.
Music entrances all,
Every woman, child and man,
Of the poppy peppered land,
And transports them
To a new tomorrow,
A new year
And a new Australia is born.
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David Hurt's Australia: The New Enlightenment 2
PoetryPicture from - www.map-of-australia.us Poetry by me... Celebrating Australia in a new way... My own portrait of Australia... Where my queries are amalgamated with reality and a possible future... Plus some historical fiction of its past and pre...
