Tonight, is disguised with diamonds
of illuminating cities
flickering with pomp and circus swamps
from New York to Hong Kong
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That last stanza is a perfect image of a moment that holds so much promise. Let's hope it defines the rest of the year, if not Time.
Waiting to exhale December And breathe in January..... Strangers who will never see each other Sing together and hold hands ...For a single moment Amazing poem. Isn't it a pity it only happens on New Years Eve?