Time,
realm that holds everything,
eon’s mobile picture.
In the Time, there are no shapes of human souls.
Only the one from the gear between states of life.
The Universe;
the Been;
and the Time:
Delitescent, ethereal, infinite.
The Time its sited on a bench of the Existence’s Park,
waiting for the life or death passes by,
while reading the Book of Life.
The Time is recumbent, listening to the Destiny,
while this, calmly sings to him.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Time,
realm that holds everything,
eon’s mobile picture.
In the Time, there are no shapes of human souls.
Only the one from the gear between states of life.
The Universe;
the Been;
and the Time:
Delitescent, ethereal, infinite.
The Time its sited on a bench of the Existence’s Park,
waiting for the life or death passes by,
while reading the Book of Life.
The Time is recumbent, listening to the Destiny,
while this, calmly sings to him.
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