Spies

We have grown to see yesterday  gone like waters leave  streams for rivers…

yesterday was beautiful to behold, to hold, to keep and perhaps indulge…

But yesterday is gone with the winds, too swiftly like deers chased after by the black Panthers of time  

Today we cry, sob deeply; carelessly and relentlessly into emotional stupor, perhaps regretful in gnashing teeth, but only today we cry…

Tomorrow we dine with kings, queens, wise men of the East, rulers and principalities… as destiny prevails upon out path and mercy speaks favourably to us ward! 

We surrender today to yesterdays exit, that tomorrow may swiftly come upon us and never end… 

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