What was there yesterday is no longer.
With time eclipsing, the days, the weeks, the months, now
The years. All is fading into what?
No longer as exciting, as it was in the yesteryear's. Now- filled
With suspicion, mistrust, in the halls of the new beginning.
Revealing unfulfilled dreams.
Erstwhile needing to be remembered for the future. The dreams were a
Glowing glimpse of what could have been- now, they fade.
Melting, slipping into worlds of others. While snow and fires
Cress the day, as noise ring into the ears,
We stand waiting....
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