Knotting The Time
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Mihaela Pirjol
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The Past has passed.
But the traces…
Oh! The traces left behind!
Are haunting me
In every breath of fresh air,
In every change of season;
Ready to infiltrate themselves
With the slightest slip of thought;
Forming chains of associations:
Reasoning their existence.
And this heart…
Ah! This heart of mine!
How impatiently
Deliberates continuity:
Correlating it with the Present: —
My present!
The only ‘now' bestowed upon me
From my own Life!
As if Time,
Were just a stream of events,
And with a simple wish,
Its Three fragments
Could be knotted
To satisfy its desire:
The everlasting rapture!
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