When thoughts fail, pale.

Nothing fits, short of lifting the veil.

Lift the veil, shout at the world, yell…

Ring that bell, celebrate, for once elaborate…

…on those feelings, held so close..

…feelings previously left closed.

Find that spirit. Let it spirit you away.

On winds that pave the way…

…the way to something new..a dawn…a year.

Possibility outweighs fearful probability.

Burn the veil. Float on winds.

Breathe in moonbeams, sunbeams.

Beam at the new joy, celebrate, vital…present.

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Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Potluck-Celebrations and Festivities

Also as a thank you for being voted by my peers for the following award:

Jingle's Celebrate Blogger of 2010 in Short Stories Award
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