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"The Grave Of Time"
The waves of loneliness have dragged ashore
my soul, where mournful echoes lurk below
soft glow of silent moon, as dreams explore
the grave of time to seek existence's flow.
While roaming 'cross these dismal sands I see
my footprints getting washed by silver tides.
Entrapped amidst this void I cannot flee
the layered shambles which the darkness hides.
But time revolves the life through black and white--
unveiling plays this mortal being must face.
A dream is like the moon which changes sight.
It fades, then grows, thus lightens up the space.
In time's abyss, each dimension seems dead.
To crave for now, will spin my orb ahead.
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