Yesterdays

yesterdays stole my shine
to flaunt their windy pride
I wear no coat for smiles
but buttoned by same dews
each morning, every morrow

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Strange To See

A strange life this is, to see
A question not, of to be or not to be
In trying to be
We see not, what we are
In a pride to be
We see not, how we are
In a fear to be
We see not, where we are
In an agony to be
We see not, why we are