Time crying
In golden streams
Lifting spirits
Bending wills
I pause
With answers
“The line is straight”
Time laughing
Like wind chimes
Breaking bonds
Burning bridges
I run
With fear
“The line is a circle”
Time thinking
Like old trees
Forming connections
Erasing emotions
I look
In awe
“The line is a loop”
Time absorbing
Like a black hole
Painting pictures
Fading sounds
I weep
With sadness
“The line is an ellipse”
Time leaking
Like broken umbrellas
Filling outlines
Masking details
I cry
With pain
“The line is a full stop”
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