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The past is gone,
its shadows are gone,
the echoes of yesterday,
in the wind have resided.
The present is coming,
like lightning in the morning,
brings with it the heartbeat
of a life that is decked out.
The future cannot be seen,
it is an uncertain horizon,
in its dreams we sail,
with ships of longing covered.
And in it we are thinking,
losing ourselves in desires,
while today, vibrant,
slips through our fingers.
The present we do not enjoy,
with its din and its calm,
because we think of the future,
Let us live the now,
which is a gift divine,
in every ray of sunshine,
there is a genuine embrace.