We both are lost in the dunes of time
and flying from places to place
on the wings of wind
to settle in life.
from the hole the world looks horizontal and bore sun moon stars are four
Time is always moving on. It's our choice whether we want to move or to remain same. Reality is well portrayed.
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Time tells the story, God Bless u, Asim.