Saturday, May 30, 2015

To Everything… Change.

No sooner the morning comes when

the mid day sun passes over the zenith.

No sooner to celebrate lunch prepared

Then dinner plates come between us.

And no sooner do we say hello

Then we say our final farewells.

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