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Time passes,
I look in retrospect
on a life petering out.
Memories rack my brain,
there under the pine tree
we stood embraced
in perfect harmony,
our names chiseled
on the tree's truck,
our love in unison
our passion fulfilled.
Time passes
like the monotonous tick tock
of an old wall clock
rigorous and unrelenting
obdurate and harsh.
Our feelings are chiseled
in a book of love.
Life a continuum,
like a smooth sand dune
until some heavy breeze
ruffles the surface,
then the calm and back
to the velvety smoothness
of our devotion and love.
Time passes,
steadily and pitiless,
sharing, dividing, consolidating
all that we had construed,
until my last entry is there:
rest in peace my sweet.
Soon we'll be together again
as I wane and wither;
soon our names will be chiseled
on a flat cold stone
soon I'll rest too
forever with my love.
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