Truth can never touch yesterday- it’s clouded with mixed emotions
No one actually recalls it exactly
But there remains an essence of echoing memory
Behind the curtain of life’s intentions and beyond our earnest thoughts
It continues stoically resting never
It’s still a promise awaiting
Don’t call it gone or pretend it never was because you know you miss it
Oh ya...i miss my yesterdays a lot too....with All what it had to offer
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Dropping by from a to z "The Pensive"
The older we get the more yesterdays we have. We need to appreciate the todays :)
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