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Dymphna Pineda

By  DYMPHNA PINEDA

As the sun transforms

into a magnificent scintillation,

And the seagull mourns

the day’s inexorable cessation,

I wonder why

everything passes and goes.

From the zenith of the sky

to the most trivial low…

Yes, how sweetly hurting

To forget and to be forgotten

But the universe is always turning

To spell out ” all that has been”

…TIME flies…

but YOU … remain…


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