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Farewell

Do you hear the fleeting 'Time'? 

Its chariot ceaselessly, giving rise to new impulses every moment?

It gives rise to the first cry of a child

    from a mother's womb

As if a nascent star,

    exploding into life

    from the deepest of cosmic darkness.


My Friend,

    that same fleeting time,

today grasps me in its tentacles,

    and draws me upon itself,

towards a journey undefined

    far far further away from you . . . 

As if, the light of dusk

    today gradually melts into darkness;

Having lost my identities along the trail

    I fade away into the distance.


My Friend,

            . . . Farewell!


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