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HOW POETS TRAVEL IN TIME
With sunset,
On some evenings,
I take trips down memory lane.
Childhood friends,
All come together,
For games, jokes, joyous laughter.
The hours pass,
Quite effortlessly,
Till I am back from my past.
How can I,
Forget and efface,
All that, on which present lasts...
Scientists strive,
To build time machines,
I do it with mind and heart!
Memories,
Imagination,
Poets like me do know the art.
Past is gold,
So when the sun sets,
Our thoughts take us everywhere.
Art thirsts in
This scientific age,
And poets, like me, very rare!
