As the Old Year Closes

A face
etched into my brain,
Though years have passed

it does not change,
will never change like seasons
swept along by wind.

As if decreed by some unfailing plan
that smile is caught forever in full bloom.

There will be no withering,
no fading. Brief by any timeline,
that light is locked inside my heart.

No season’s end,
not blazing sun nor icy gloom
will ever change it.

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