Yesterdays
The beauty of the setting sun,
as twilight pays a call.
Another day, becomes a memory,
just a shadow on the wall.
Yesterday's dreams
will have left their mark.
Knowing things that have gone,
can't be changed.
When all that's left are memories,
and those ghosts from memory lane.
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