The flow of time takes us
ever forward, leaving our
dead behind on its banks,
on the last moment of ther
lives, frozen on the event
horizon of time and life.
We keep rushing forward
with its ceaseless flow,
to that moment that will
see us be removed from
the flow and embedded
in the amber of time
with them.
11.07.2024
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