All the mountains of the mind
Come a crumbling like the time
That grows upon the wrist of mine
Where turtles twist and dragonflies divine
The certain water courses prime
For we are like water through the lime
That quenches thirst but never mime
Those shadows on the wall recline
As the sun dials back the time
I wish for this, but wishing passes
Like the sand down hour glasses
Past and present travels fastest
When we wish for what never lasted
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