A bunch of hopes

Like the birds shed their feathers,
let's leave behind all the ill thoughts and fears.

Past is just a chain of faded memories;
future isn't a lane to foster worries

With brighter hopes and heartfelt prayers,
let's look forward to what the new year bears.

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