You have two more days to be happy
Forty-eight hours to be glad
Count you seconds as they wither
Treasure the minutes taht you had
Soon they will die this is now
This is how I measure.
My times with you fleeting feathethers
In the wind, Wet wings, In the Rain
Never to be counted on for future potential
Only as past reference,Enjoyed fro the present
Possibilities sustained, Dream for the day
For here and now
For two more days
To be happy....
bY: maha75
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