Sep 2021
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Remember today,
as the self bides
the gavel-ticks
of the hand.
Celebrating the arrival
of each new second,
while mourning the ones
left unfulfilled
and regrettable.
Remember the todays,
as they might spring forth
or amble along…
Never forgetting
to frolick in the allures
of possibly better tomorrows.
.
Remember today,
as the self bides
the gavel-ticks
of the hand.
Celebrating the arrival
of each new second,
while mourning the ones
left unfulfilled
and regrettable.
Remember the todays,
as they might spring forth
or amble along…
Never forgetting
to frolick in the allures
of possibly better tomorrows.
.
