Tuesday, April 15, 2008


Yesterday was another day,
Where were the swaying trees
That never can be shaken?
Firmly they plant themselves,
Like the days gone by.

Yesterday was a day gone by,
With sunshine and rain,
With moonlight and flame,
Is something missing here?
Is it gone, that which had been?

The clouds had floated by,
Winds that shook the mighty peaks,
Yesterday can be the day,
Which again may live,
To rule over the day today.

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