Tomorrow is Another Day

Suffice it to sayTomorrow will resurrect itselfFrom the slow choke of yesterdayThe dawn will reveal its artificeFrom the remnants leftAnd once born—Poems will form on the pages tornAnd music will be madeFrom the former’s heavy maladyI will dance on the graves it laidI will pirouette on the stages it setFor this is a form of […]

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