each day that passes is a blur.
today can throw into tomorrow,
but disappears and fades.
fragments of a past are close at hand,
falling from the palm of sunlight cast.
throw away the memory.
the last day is sprung,
taken away the smallest hope of life.
quiet whispers surround what was once a scream,
yearning for the grasp of one thought.
in a new sound of tranquility and quietude.
fallen from fresh rain,
as the sunshine dries it away.
single day,
here we fall.
inevitable course.
all is that goes away.
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