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tommorrow will come
today will fade away
what was yesterday begins to get greyer
sitting at a stool stairing out
blackened the frame becomes
sorrow wont pass by
tears will fade grey
tommorrows misfortunes and yesterdays coldnight
remembeing old days
making the day turn to stone
the blackened frame begins to get fainter
in your mind there is no doubt
watching the clock as you life ticks out
This poem is very gorgeous, and pretty. Good job!