Days
Drifting time,
barren years,
south to north,
in the ticks of the clock,
the days walk past noiselessly,
suddenly,
looking back,
things to remember,
lost,
things to forget,
haven’t.
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Drifting time,
barren years,
south to north,
in the ticks of the clock,
the days walk past noiselessly,
suddenly,
looking back,
things to remember,
lost,
things to forget,
haven’t.