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The footfalls of yesterday
Retreat into the wilderness
Echoing silently
In the distance,
Ushering in today.
Today struts in,
Footsteps resonating
Across the cobblestones,
In tandem with the gradually
Fading light,
Twenty four hours
On a slow march into the night,
Bidding tomorrow goodbye.
Tomorrow floats in
Gracefully,
Pirouetting in ballet shoes,
But with each breath you take,
Tomorrow’s whispering soft
Goodbyes,
Echoes of those goodbyes
Beat silently in your breast.
Yesterday
Today
Tomorrow
A terrible trio,
Stringing us along,
With tunes from within the grave.
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