Chords being struck, densely and purposely in reflections
of yesterday's shadows, playing and frolicking, being taken
into playgrounds of memories no longer valid today.
Unequal standards of the past, striving now to contact
reality once again, the only way is through the test of
time and a future voice that whispers within each of us.
At one time or another, elastic, enticing, bringing every-
one together in our lives, gathering and stumbling in back
alleys of time immemorial, not wanting to ever give up hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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