The ‘ ? ‘
The ‘ ? ‘
Hours turns to Day, Days turns to Month, Months turns to Year;
Swiftly time flies in a Normal Circumstance,
As usual we never notice how.
But, it takes time when we are the wait, the mourn, and the aged.
Feeling, today is much longer than yesterday.
Probably, being me is one of the wait, the mourn and the aged, now!
Hoping tomorrow wouldn’t be as long as today…
rolynn
(now/current/present)
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