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The clock of eternity


 

Lights from stars and galaxies keep on turning,

memories by spirit fire of time in that we burning.

Time streams through the realms of wonder,

flashes of moments faded away, come with a thunder.

Celestial river of time with faultless rhythm,

ocean of eons in years sublime precision.

Shores of Moons in ebb and flow,

many life’s without consent come and go.

Today is already tomorrow on the other side,

sensing the blood of time running in veins as ride.

Winding back the clock by killing time,

as it makes injured fools of us again.

Life is but a varsity of eternity,

learning that those who force time,

are pushed back in that same.

Those who allow yielding to time,

corrected judgment in prime.

Master of time by perception spiral,

the center dot as conscience bible.

The being of all ages with infinite between shores,

time of healing are the reasoning doors.

The councilor of time is wise,

considering that we are only guests

in this almighty device.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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