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Fickle companions
Words come and go
Fickle companions
Like time, that changes
Without warning
What remains constant
Is the deeper knowing
That what we feel
Is true
Unfettered by words or time
Nor counted in lives
That once born
Must, pass on
Our story shall continue
From the past
Into the future, even when
The present, meanders away
poem
by
Anita Atina
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