The knack of imagination,
Is illusion of time
Since the beginning till the end
And beyond ,
When the hours' respond
Lost in its embrace ;
Of empty remembrance.

The sky dimmed
Of the pearls shining eyes
Lurking within, a thousand lies.
Pouring a thousand recollections
Of distant destinations
Of the old weary days
That never saw the other way,
In my mind where they lay.
Some things that were never ours
We dreaded those Lost hours.



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