It was not an everyday,
It was a happy day.
The everydays are lost,
In the silent cacophony,
Of forgetful pies.
That day was more than life.
It was a happy day.
The rains lost chase,
The winds their pace,
Just I won,
With the happiest face.
Much has changed,
Since that day.
With you away,
The days are everyday,
Creeping and fumbling,
Trying to find a way.
~*~*~*~
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