The clone of mystics is to some oblivious
Motion is a twig of time as is a sign
A little breeze is a breath of events
As is a secret to a life form
To swoon is a state of thought
The moon cast a shadow on a world
As time is part of space
And the ages of worldly events stake a hold on all
And man keeps music to his pace of beliefs
While he transcends his memory with time and space
The quiet stage listens to his breathing pace
And gazes at the natural breath of nature
And feeds his intellect and bodily needs with good deeds
As he behaves in awe
And communicates in pictures from times past to today
And relate not a difference but a state of initial beginnings
As time gone by with the structure of that deed
As is yesterday is also today
When snow does not serve as a coat
It leaves a cover but cools
And changes the temperature to start life anew
– Anonymous
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