Time
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Tom Allport
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An illusion in time
A mirrored reflection
A poem to ask
In what direction
Destiny rides
With great expectation
A positive light
With no connection
Fathers of the past are they
Transient beings of worlds in decay
Masters of disguise
Illusions in our eyes
Ghosts of ages like lonely sailors
Set free in the sea of time.
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