Winterscore ©
Thursday, July 25, 2013
The past is dead and gone
The past is dead and gone
The future, yet unborn
The present is alive
Each moment, a new morn
In this fleeting, breathing
Time, this very second
Never repeating, it’s
Only here to beckon
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