Time passes before being noticed,
Only ordinary days come and go.
I feel sorry every sunrise
And hopeful every sundown.
Reaching for past things,
Not much matters
Now.
a.l.c
**I often find myself waking up and not doing the things I had said I would do the night before… the simple act of “not” doing things that can sometimes darken the whole day. Lucky us when we get to try again the next day.🌅🌄
I like this poem very much!
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Embrace mornings! Feel hopeful every sunrise so you can feel happy every sundown! ❤
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