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Minutes here are turned to dust

Sometimes hours are turned to pain

Where did time really has gone?

I guess time just flies away



Crystal waters streaming near

In all the beauty of its very own

Love that always beckons to me

Captured in a sparkling bright light



Senses filled of so much wonder

Souls in spirit forever roam

For just a fleeting moment

To gardens where only beauty blooms