The beauty of sunrise in the clouds
Tomorrow

Today is the tomorrow

we lived to set our hopes on

and would be the yesterday

for the ravenous past to gobble on.

One day is today

someday was yesterday

tomorrow would be another day

we may still recite the same old anthem.

And as for hope

this poet believes, for as there is today

surely, there will be a sprightly tomorrow

for the sun will rise and we will try again.

Teminikansoso 🖊

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teminikan, 25.09
teminikan, 25.09

Written by teminikan, 25.09

existential danfo, 25.09. Every story is a journey to retrieve my mojo.

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