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String of time
Time in the wilting wind,
And, watches in our hands,
Yet, to stop time,
There's no power in our hands,
Reversals rouse and eld

Days blossom and fade,
In the orange air,
Few toss memory wines,
Others moan rueful whine,
And wrinkled are, those undying breaths

No walks can rewind,
No matter, how wistful the mind,
Twinklings cannot forward,
Only in time, life shall award,
For we, are shaky slaves,
'Twirling the string of time.'

© Deekye_C