Sonnet of time
I think of time that does not come back
The time that flies with electricity
Punishing Your Storms
Destroying temples and cities
The time that passes without being perceived
For mere mortals
They lay in the forgotten limbo
And if they go like leaves in the storms
Ah! Time! Perpetual enemy
What are you doing on my way?
If I could I walked alone.
Without stepping on your traps
Without arresting me in your prison
Time, what do you do in exactness?
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