The Yesterday
As days and months, and
twisted years,
Quickly found their way,
Suddenly, I returned to the
yesterday.
I sat, and watched a cloud
float by,
Slowly across the Azure sky.
Heard a whisper, in the trees,
Thought I felt you in a breeze.
Sought a flower for your hair,
When I reached, you were'nt
there.
poem by Heather Burns
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