Infinite Echoes of Time

We are the source and the goal,

In the past, no longer in control.

The future may await,

The dawn forgone,

We remain,

At the mercy of our fate.

We are the new and the old,

In the future we were mold,

The ancient,

Yet, trained strong and bold.

Cruel Lovers’ heart,

We were told,

Ignores beloved calls,

While burnt in the forge.

The earth in the sky,

Revolves in the horizon’s high,

Around the sun,

To a lover’s mind akin,

The beloved souvenir in each sigh.

The seed, the pure seed,

From the flower of handsome deed,

Takes us to the future,

Forgotten the anguish of lover’s greed,

To the promised child’s steed.

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The image is from Instagram @su._art