From tulips slip truth doubled which
to Time must double back, the pen
takes up duality again
as petals float. Once time-bank rich,
now pendulum appears to pitch
and toss swift seconds whose refrain
soon sinks, would prove youth's blossom vain.
As two lips eloquently stitch
a tale of wanderlust, life's switch
won't be depressed, days full still reign.
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