No one knows tomorrow's dawn,
What shadows or light will be born.
The future's path, unclear and cold,
Remains hidden, young and old.
We plan and dream, we hope and pray,
But tomorrow's script is written gray.
No mortal hand can hold the pen,
That writes the story yet to begin.
The winds of time blow strong and free,
Shaping destinies yet to be.
No crystal ball reveals the way,
Through life's maze, night and day.
So let's cherish today's warm light,
And hold dear loved ones tight.
For in the present, we find peace,
And tomorrow's mysteries release.
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