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A new age



Hope shines anew
Who knew this day would come?





The age-old guests swagger askew
Lopsided, directionless
Of ostentation to over-come.

Child-like strangers unmitigated in lieu;
Of a wholesome clutch in His bosom,
Guided under the second light, an advent
Of lasting candles, a yardstick
For getting in, accepted

The party started
plethora of champagne glasses clinking in the air.
From the dusty red wine bottles of age
Of ripeness, of faith.

Old, new, amended alike.
Fill it up to an extravagant hundred
Let it be, once again, birth.

Raise the shining glass for love!

Have a few
Shall we all have some?

Creative Copy Challenge #100 (Happy birthday!)