days go by
passing up, they fly
they come an go
as if to be from long ago
leaving a whispering wind
they talk to us in quiet bits
telling us things we must do
they leave behing the rain
falling heavily upon
with tears from above
these days leave us
alone in night
with stars shining bright
to lead us through
to another day........................
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