Here comes another day

here come another day,

another moment to breath in,

and out,

to see people and to be someone,

with love,

and without,

it will become a yesterday

with hope

and doubt,

just another day- another hour-another breath,

but then someday we will take our last,

and slowly,

fade-out,

then all those other days,

would be chances,

to sprout,

but it will be to late,

by the time we know,

what it's about.

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