Time of life
Where are we going?
Every day seems the same.
The years pass and we look back…
Is it too late?
What is our fate?
Rainbow Dreams or Deadly Screams?
Is it what we make of it?
Who is to say?
Still another day.
Of course, there is always tomorrow.

– Suchatula Corona.


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