Aday Futile
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It was a day, futile
As it was without poetry
As so many moments of life
Went without record
The train of thought vanished.
Emptiness filled me
Downing my spirit
My wings got tired
It felt as if
A favourite photo
Got lost
Never to be retrieved.
The story was lost by some virus
But I am not without hope
Who knows,
It may flash again
In a new light.
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