One of three-hundred and sixty five.
Fireworks decorated the night skies,
effervescent brightness blinding the blackness of the night.
No one dare blink with tiredness,
energy fills the birth of this new one.
Screams of 'happy new year' deafened the neighbourhood.
Quiet and caution recklessly thrown into noise and exuberance.
Somewhere in the universe,
the Earth smiles to itself,
it has successfully completed one more race.
a race of the planets,
uncelebrated, unnoticed, un-laurelled.
It begins the cycle again,
hoping someday, someone, somewhere would wish it happy birthday.
ONYEOZIRI Favour.
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