Dialog With The Time
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Mihaela Pirjol
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At the gate of Time, I ask for Past,
He tells me: ‘Nothing, nothing ever lasts! '
Then I enquire, ‘What about my memories? '
‘They caress your mind, as the passing breeze.'
Could I ever return to live again, and see
The dearest treasure of my memory?
‘By chance, you may again encounter him:
With reminiscing, heart's no longer at its brim'.
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