All Over Again

And just like that,

bit by bit –
moment by moment:

this becomes your life.

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Days of yesteryear slip by;
Like rain slipping down glass.

Is it melancholy with which you reminisce?

Or something more holy than traces of what was and who you used to be?

It’s hard to say.

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But this is where you belong now;
This is where it begins-

All over again.

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A new story,

I wonder where will it end?