They come and go, shadowing
months like a child and a mother.
Leaving us with undone tasks a
nd boredom to pile up on them.
Not to forget goals and dreams
on papers to be achieved, yet our
lazy ass loves the ground.
And aging is the sign of days we live passing by, not showing on sun nor
on a moon but on our faces when we
look in a mirror.
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