A Reflection of Old
All that we know
Has been here before
And right here and now
We follow the more
We are a mirror
To the past that we seek
A reflection as clear
As the words that we speak
Today is a tribute
To pasts we forgot
To all of the things
We loved, but would not
Bring into our world
The question of "why?"
It turns and it swirls
In each of our minds
Of days of old
We long and we dream
Although they are were cold
And harsh it would seem
We will become
Though we may not yet know
The beginning of New
A reflection of Old














Comments
...but "Although they are were cold"?
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Wednesday = Hug Day, every Wednesday, hug everyone you meet!
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super fighting kirby!
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