Unseen Tomorrow

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Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know…

Yesterday from tomorrow

It seems like the days all run together

The seconds blur into minutes

Followed by inconsequential hours

We look toward the unseen

Like a fawn searching for their mother’s face,

Fresh out the womb

Procreated quickly but birthed too soon

The future is based on the present

And all the unexpected things you do

Love always, Esha ❤

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