I had a year to wonder, searched my road
and did not know where that it ended.
In 52 weeks from there, it went sometimes
not the way, that I intended.
All 365 days I made poetry next to my art,
those words that made you thinking.
262800 minutes of those days, I know somehow,
that your eyes weren’t always blinking.
Still there were split seconds left, to write to me,
when there were words, that touched you too.
I hope in the 15.768.000 seconds from now,
I can write next to my art, words to you.

Happy New Year

Aqua1955