The wheels of yesterday are spinning round
Old pages turn and letters leap
To the path of changing times where I found
The compilation- clear and deep.
The song of the whistling air reminds me
The tones of the falling sunset
Its golden rays reflect above the sea
Showing the story my heart met.
Every moment of my life is a page
Of my history, my story
As the dry leaf falls through the coming age
I find myself in a journey
And the touch of the fading years portrays
The value of the ink that writes
The meaning of the seasons and the ways
How to pass the life's depths and heights
The touch of fading years became my guide
It taught me the meaning of the past
Now, as the face of new days opens wide
Shadows will not be on the cast.
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