In this short and temporal now,
stir up the real then.
Had shouted into the wind on a high cliff with loose long hair,
had looked up from a low wet valley floor to catch a glance of the early
morning light.
There were bright shining moments,
and pitch-black dark shadows,
some sparkling highs,
and uncertain lows,
riding the angry surf forward,
gingerly moving along the winding narrow paths.
There were cheers,
and sobs,
singing voices
and resigned sighs.
................
The bygone days
wove a colorful tapestry-like carpet.
The meeting of you and I was not by chance,
renewed friendship is a certainty.
Past,
present,
both emit intersecting light beams.
Yesterday
a definitive proof of existing,
Tomorrow,
the fountainhead of hope.
March on from a colorful yesterday,
toward a glorious tomorrow.
Friends!
Let us build Tomorrow on the foundation of Yesterday.
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