Joy and sorrow.
Defining our existence.
Not days, hours, minutes, or seconds.
Manipulating time.
Since the dawn of time.
In sorrow, time stands still.
In joy, it travels at the speed of light,
And is gone in the blink of an eye.
Time evolves into a memory.
Given to our children,
And their children.
Those gone before us,
Are all a part of us.
As we will be to the next.
We all exist in an eternity.
Which is not only ours,
But also that of another's.
For what was, is and shall be,
Is a part of each and every one of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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