Oh, pendulum, pendulum of the passing time,
with such grace your arm ever smoothly swings,
as you count falling stars, humming silent song
about moon and sun carried on the time's wings…
Oh, tell us the truth about the vision you hide
in the wide open eyes of your mirror like face.
Share the kaleidoscope of all passing whiles
lit by Pleiades' hues spread around life's space…
Let us walk in the rhythm of your swaying arm,
let us dance to the beat of your ancient heart.
Serve eternal air's molecules like champagne
we shall taste to live worthily before we depart…
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