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Lights of Eternity


Time, born a stubborn son of the universe, its own laws does it solely obey For though so readily minutes may pass, and hours dismissed Like the sun at once emits ‘goodbyes; ‘hellos’, with one soft ray Time is not away so easily kissed Time cannot be killed, stolen, or more, destroyed And though hours, minutes, seconds found days of long extent Misfortunate it is that we are strictly allowed a meager share, the rest void A fleeting gleam of light, among thousands, that which our soul does rent So conditional a gift is time, for a purpose from our borrowed beings we must raise ‘Absurd’ we cry; impacts are not born over a blooming sunrise nor a blurry sunset Yet the sun everyday falls to rise with promises of chance for brighter rays Time is a generous gentleman, he gives not one sunrise, one sunset; never forget Consume the almighty sun in the grand presence time has granted so fairly For even as the final sunset nears, beams of argent aurora glow defiantly in eternity
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