At the eye closure of
the skies it comes
one brief moment, the eyes open
and here it comes again
like a child it toddles
gradually to reach its destination
it's our coming future, on a long road,
more at a distance
taking place at a time after the present
come it must, go it trickles, stay it does,
but for a while and never stays,
that lies our hope
it's our destiny,
it could be delayed
but never taken away
it never dies
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