January 2021 Poem: 2 One Octave Ottava Rima for New Years

When a new year begins
Your inner angel flies  
The heart pins
A new goal lies 
Underneath the skins
As one can see, through the eyes
It is never too late
Just don’t wait
Waiting for it 
Reaching out
Must not quit
Cannot pout
Have some whit
I will sprout 
Until my dream starts shining
There won’t be any undermining

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