Poem: “The last moon knows the story”

The year is about to pass 

hiding countless stories 

holding awesome moments 

clutching the flashbacks 

the year is taking its last breath. 

I can see, I can feel 

the last moon of 2021. 

The moon looks downhearted 

she is quiet, just quiet

but I can hear the moon – 

can hear its story,

a story of the glory,

the glory of time that is gone.

The moon has the story

from January to December 

The moments are all gone

and the moon is sad

The year is about to pass 

and the last moon

of the year 

as the witness

to the year

that is done, and gone. 

The story of the year 

just ended up

or perhaps it just culminated

with its memories, joys, and sorrow.