The trace of the water’s edge
changes with time
Ancient trees
wither and fall
Infinite time beneath
the floating haze
of lives lived
Time passes
With the drifting rise
of the lunar winds
time beats
in liquid veins and beating hearts
Existence of the soul
we cannot explain
Souls of now
and then
hold back the storm of time
stirring inside
The clouds form
and the dust of those beating hearts
stirs and is swept away.
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