I am writing to you, flowing time,
Cross the night sooner than the sunset
And the noon ahead of dawn
You run before my eyes to see nothing
But the lines grow above my eyebrows
And below my grey hair
Here is the end of my letter
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You run before my eyes to see nothing But the lines grow above my eyebrows................wonderful write yet ingenious by imagery, thought provoking,10/10. thanks for sharing