OVER TIME
Over time, things slow up.
You can see it everywhere.
Those great yet beleaguered
cities break down, as they
eventually crumble. What
soars are men's towers, but
never their dreams.
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A person tries counting, or
outlasting the count, or then
running from it. Nothing works:
the Autmn leaves will still
fall beneath a cold November
sky, and all we are left with
are regrets and old dreams
where an oasis once was.
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We thought. We think.
Over time, all occurs.
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