Endless revolutions mark time,
Its second hand, indifferent and cold,
Watches pain that lingers, put on hold,
A bruising etched by ruthless chime.

Pulsing echoes of silent cries,
Darkness creeps, a mile so long,
In twilight\'s gentle, fading song,
Are crushed beneath their sorrowed sighs.

Despondent smiles that drown the day,
Waves of sails, rail affection\'s ghost,
Innocence here, a longing toast,
To happier times that slipped away.

Yet in this endless reverie,
We seek a light, a gentle breeze,
To lift the heart, put pain at ease,
And find in time, our sanctuary.

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