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11:59pm
11:59pm.
In exactly one minute,
Today will turn to Yesterday,
and Tomorrow to Today.
A clean slate.
A canvas awaiting paint.
A new page in the a story
ready to be written.
All that is,
will be what once was.
All that will be,
will show its glory.
What will we carry
past that threshold of time?
The sights we saw?
The emotions we felt?
The music that played sweetly,
and serienly to touch our ears,
and feed our souls?
The fear that kept us safe on the sidewalk,
or the gull to wonder what lies beyond?
Tomorrow is a mystery...
until now.
12:00am
Lets begin.
In exactly one minute,
Today will turn to Yesterday,
and Tomorrow to Today.
A clean slate.
A canvas awaiting paint.
A new page in the a story
ready to be written.
All that is,
will be what once was.
All that will be,
will show its glory.
What will we carry
past that threshold of time?
The sights we saw?
The emotions we felt?
The music that played sweetly,
and serienly to touch our ears,
and feed our souls?
The fear that kept us safe on the sidewalk,
or the gull to wonder what lies beyond?
Tomorrow is a mystery...
until now.
12:00am
Lets begin.
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