Learned say time has three sects,
I say it has four Impacts.
Past has gone, present restless,
Future to come but fourth boundless.
All three else-made but 4th own
creation,
Yeah, Heart seeks not other's
inspiration.
What it assesses may b wrong,
But seems endless and sweet song.
Clings dear-ones so hardly,
As gravitation does earth inwardly.
But sometimes situations turn out
such,
Like Bermuda Triangle's massive
punch.
Ships of heart disappear n wreck,
Where no hope of come-back.
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Good write......Where no hope of come back...Well said.