Yesterday....
Has gone...
Why not look ahead
At Tomorrow......
The newness
The mystery
The expectation,
Beckons and signals
Enticingly......
Why look back...
At past sorrows
Refresh old wounds
To relive the pain again
Throw away the past.....
And gather your hopes
to your breast
For tomorrow beckons, y
With coquettish eyes
Surrender.....
To her charms
Yet again
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