TomorrowWith each day that passes, another tomorrow comes.and with each tomorrow that comes, so does my soul grow more fragile.It becomes difficult, as the years grow longerto find the fragrance of the once lovedthat's been snatched away from me.It becomes irrecoverable, the once beloved sightthe heart that has grown fonderis broken.But while every moment passesand with each second that flies,the value of the memories we sharedneither ripens or depreciates into nothingbut remains unchanged, as if perpetual within time.For even after one hundred tomorrows,or even after one thousand tomorrows,the signficance, of what you
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