Mysterious Time
Time
Neither here nor there,
Untouchable, Unchangeble
Still changing, Always twisting
What are you?
Apparition, Spirit?
Moving soundlessly
Constantly
Your never ending song
Playing sweet music to my ears.
A song of beginning
My birth, new years, a new day.
A song of middle
My life, midday, the chorus sweet music.
A song of ending
My death, night, winter.
All singing sweet music to my ears,
never seeming to end.
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