The hands of time stopped
Reality turned to a blur
The wind stopped blowing
Illusion is no more
The sea stopped moving
Gravity escaped the earth
Empty shells return to dust
Mind-Thought has returned
Vibrations of souls
Shock-waves like those of old
Old but now remembered
Life-time yearnings
of a place called home.
-Written By Robyn Brown.
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