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Silvery Path to the moonDreaming of a tall ship, becalmed upon a millpond ocean, Slowly drifting towards a full moon in a rhythmic motion, Appearing drawn with a silvery path to a destiny unknown. A new world, a new life, maybe new ambitions to be sewn. New destinies can be a chance to wash the old slate clean, Bravely towards the new horizon offering sights still unseen, Don't look back on the old year, or rue what could have been, Follow your own silvery path, steadfastly into twenty sixteen Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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