A life ago and time for me to know,
what trubutaries engulf the past,
with oceans wide to many destinations,
yet artifacts echo loudly to the wind.
Whispering , calling, evoking heartbeats,
bursting for freedom like a leaf carried away,
as chaff but to a destination unknown.
They fly, hover, twirl, spin, and glide,
with the orchestra in concert to the music
Such is life to billions of leaves.
Betwixt ionossphere, stratosphere, and atmosphere,
where entities exist beyond conception,
visualization and comprehension!
That black hole in the mind,
open and explore it, somewhere
between time, distance, and space,
we discover the possibility and the reason,
to be or not to be!
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