The tide of time washes over the old year as it fades away.
The New Year is beginning bringing in each brand new day.
A clean slate and blank canvas, made ready for us to display
our many acts of loving kindness through each new passing day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A clean and blank canvas stand on the floor of the new year at its beginning.... brilliantly expressed.