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Another autumn evening's golden link
Now adds to measured Time in mind of man.
One more year [s]tumbles far from solstice brink,
Turns towards millenia billions scan.
Hopes rising generation soon sees sink,
Ending, one strong before its seed began,
Relearning this: 'I am because I think'
As one September spins predestined plan,
Names one September more Time's f[l]ame would ink.
One equinox haphazard knocks to fan
The fires of Fate which somehow interlink,
Here light Time's treadmill, spinning through its span.
Ends one loose line to tie thoughts in terse tale,
Reeled threads unwind another fresher trail...
poem
by
Jonathan Robin
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