Yesterday . . .
The flowers
bloomed
Their
fragrance, their beauty
Had given
delight to everyone
The water
in the crystal spring
Ran miles
after miles
With its
coldness, clearness, freshness!
Today . . .
Those flowers
seemed to be withered
Their
fragrance, their beauty
Were blown bt the wind
Were blown bt the wind
The water in the crystal spring
Has
dried up
Leaving nothing on its surface
But
lifeless stones!
Tomorrow . . .
Nothing can be
traced up
No light, no hope
Everything will
be locked
Into the rooms
of endless nights
If the
sun will shine
Tomorrow
might be like yesterday
Or
another today!
By: Cristina
Torrejos
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