and it seems as
if we are forever stuck
in yesterday's news.
( soon was the beginning.
on this day was the revolution.
what tomorrow brings was us on top of the world.
yesterday's news is the reflection and the loss of
falling back behind. )
[ click the link to be redirected
or find the ever familiar sadness
on my page. ]
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
