As the days dwindle, drift, pass away Flicker and fade into the past We are ever becoming, being remade Choosing what will leave and what will last Speaking our truths and learning to change I know it might seem somewhat strange But we are already who we ought to be If we have the eyes […]
Dwindling days
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