And what has become of it,
in past ,of the quartz ,so ritz.
counts off in galore,
drifted away off-shore.
incandescent light of single substance
to the sun's and moon's distance.
harmony is yet,what i find here
nothing has riveted me so much,not even riviera
my town and my past years.
sweeter are the memories which grow older
a capella of love and being together,
and would abdicate for this cherished wonder,
a pond of variants,on note,not even a blunder.
beautiful faces,innocent souls,
smooth relations in turbulent swirls.
why does time abnegate these pleasures?
perhaps.a perception of life?
perhaps,the semantics we follow?
perhaps,the inception of change?
perhaps,an illusion,a bubble,a stereotype life?
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