Days Pass By
Days pass by
Like the running of water or
A soft spoken whisper
Gradually growing older and fading
Bring a new day with it
You never know what it will bring
That brand new day
A million invisible possibilities
Might happen
And might not
We'll find out as each second passes
poem by Autumn Winds
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