The calendar flips, a year unbound,
Two thousand twenty-four, its echoes resound.
But whispers creep, a subtle shift in time,
A sense of ending, a year in its prime.
Nature's Symphony
Did autumn leaves turn a shade more gold?
Did winter's frost a harsher story unfold?
Or was it the wind, in a mournful sigh,
A premonition in the passing sky?
The summer sun, a touch less bright,
Cast shadows longer in fading light.
Did birdsong falter, a melody thinned,
As if the world for closure yearned?
Echoes of Humanity
Perhaps it's the stories, etched in memory's hold,
Of triumphs and losses, battles fought and told.
A year of laughter, a year of tears,
Victories celebrated, and conquered fears.
The headlines blur, a constant, rolling tide,
Of struggles for justice, where hope did reside.
The weight of the world, on weary shoulders borne,
A yearning for change, a new chapter to be sworn.
The Ticking Clock
The clock ticks on, relentless in its pace,
Each second stolen, leaving no trace.
Did deadlines loom closer, a pressure untold?
Were dreams unfulfilled, stories left to fold?
Perhaps it's the silence, the spaces between,
The moments untethered, where thoughts convene.
A year of reflection, of lessons learned and kept,
A chance to mend bridges, before slumber is swept.
Hope's Enduring Flame
But amidst the whispers, a flicker remains,
A spark of defiance, that conquers the pains.
For within endings, new beginnings reside,
A chance for renewal, where dreams can confide.
Did the stars shine brighter, a celestial guide?
Did hearts beat stronger, with purpose inside?
Perhaps it's the spirit, that refuses to wane,
The resilience of humanity, defying the rain.
Embracing the Unknown
The year 2024, a chapter complete,
A canvas painted, a bittersweet feat.
But as the last page turns, a new one unfolds,
A future unwritten, a story untold.
So let us embrace the unknown that lies ahead,
With lessons learned, and a spirit well-fed.
For endings are chapters, in life's grand tome,
And within each closing, a new dawn shall come.
Uncertainties and Possibilities
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The whispers may linger, a shroud of the past,
But in uncertainty, possibilities cast.
Will the year fade with a gentle sigh,
Or erupt in a finale, reaching for the sky?
Only time will tell, the answer unknown,
But as we stand at the precipice, seeds are sown.
For with each ending, a chance to create,
A future we sculpt, a world we dictate.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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