This day, today
Will tomorrow be a yesterday.
Moments to live, are so few
Those were the days we hardly knew.
We laugh, we cry
We love, we hate.
Meaning of life
Ever uncertain as fate.
Feet still pursue
Hope seldom dies.
Caravan moves on
As the crow flies.
More than any other medium… fiction mirrors truth… the reality of my times… so I write fiction.
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