Wait not,
No one is waiting.
On the pace of time,
We see life's rhyme.
The fragrance
Is everywhere.
And the theater
We visited
Not for us.
But wait,
Wait to ascertain
The correctness of
Name and fame
With extravagance.
And wait,
Waiting is really sweet,
Wait for the self,
Without any motive.
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The pace of time! ! Thanks for sharing.