Trapped in a day between days
(Where time ends somewhat peaceful)
Neither relevant nor more meaningful
Than any other, I must say
It’s not yesterday anymore
But still, not yet tomorrow
It’s when the past ends and the future begins
Flux of joy and shattered sorrow
When a child giggles at an old man’s sins
Smiling naively with innocent eyes
The time continuum fades and collides
Dawn of the dead
Dusk of the living
Catalyst of the wonderers (Whilst not grieving)
For now I wonder, as many times before
Thoughts ignite, burning even more
Youngling seeds yearning to bloom
Though the merciful sun banishes the gloom
And fresh water washes their grave
Death will come in a blindfolding crave
Tatiana Pereira
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