Time, this priceless
Hovers you speechless
Lingering around memoirs
Filters thou restless
Its never too late
Nor can it come soon
Sharp as always,
For nothing else can be,
Its vertices
A line on horizon
With the arms wide open
There's no formula
Certainly not proven
Stray across the vaccum
Merely ecstasy may deepen
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