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Time and the Moment
Carved red sanded stone
Lies inert over a plot of earth.
The dark strains of sunlight
Color a crumpled bouquet
And a dying epitaph:
Nothing Is Forever.
Across a horizon, trees wave
In an autumnal dusty breeze.
The cries of children wander,
Lazily circling the outer air.
High above, the skies watch
With a languid grin.
