Raining from reluctance,
Stillness rests in the skies,
Such an absolute inability!
All broke at thunder’s roar,
That scared infant dreams,
Panic struck to remind life,
Thoughts flood into mind!
Can I break time into pieces?
Each bit to tell life’s story,
It’s broken, it’s incapable!
And am eternal, I retain!
If all these joys be static,
And all the tales be sealed,
Then the image is painted,
Only to discover “Death”!
Let the skies rain upon life,
Let the thunders roar high,
And let “time” change all,
It flows and moves, yet, still!
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