Days are waiting,
For time to come through.
While I lay here, hoping,
For a chance to start new.
Yet another morning,
I hear whispering
Words of the sun.
Hopeful, I linger,
This moment has just begun.
In that very instance,
A memory I create.
Then with a smile,
The day and I wait.
And even though there rises
A feeling strong enough,
To pull me through.
I revel only in the memory,
Feelings like moments,
Are fleeting too.
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