The laughter of the children rose to an unbelieveable
audio of times past
Reflecting on childhood innocence and capricious play,
never dreaming of the future
Forgetting what they have seen, and will never see again;
Yesterday
Thoughts passing before the sun, like the wind, never
making a shadow
Passion in their attempt to bond, and love, one another
and be happy in their life
It is these memories, that which you and I and every living
person has seen, but will never see again
It is what we must build our life around
It is what yesterday was, and what tomorrow will be;
Today
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