Poem of the Ages
Time is not ageless
It holds not the secrets of the world
Metaphors and mathematics at dawn
Hold not true to the wandering eyes
The morning light that is almost gone
A new day begins to unfurl
Time is endless
New-age poetry for the odd at heart now with Short Stories
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