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In the quiet of the twilight, where thoughts like rivers flow,

I find myself adrift in time, with memories aglow.

The years, they whisper softly, of days that swiftly passed,

Each moment now a shadow, in the evening's gentle cast.

My Lord, the silent witness, to questions deep and vast,

Knows the heart within my chest, its beat, both first and last.

Strength, I've claimed as kin, through trials that life would cast,

Yet now, I face my own reflection, in the glass of time amassed.

Mortality, a cloak that weighs, with every setting sun,

Brings forth the echoes of my past, a reel that can't be undone.

Loves lost to time's great ocean, leave ripples of what's been,

Regrets, like stars in night's expanse, too numerous to screen.

For though the past is set in stone, and time's pen never errs,

Its permanence, a bittersweet, that memory defers.

I tread the halls of yesteryears, not by choice, but fate's decree,

A loop of life's most poignant scenes, played endlessly to me.

Normalcy, a stranger's face, I've longed to know its grace,

Yet in my mind, the switch remains, beyond my reach, encased.

Conversations with the ghosts of time, might free this heavy chain,

But reality's cold hand reminds, those whispers are in vain.

Years have built their barriers, and voices now are changed,

Each soul holds a different map, of the terrain we ranged.

Some words are lost to history, some tales will never find their day,

Locked within the vault of hearts, in silence, they will stay.

So here I pen my soliloquy, to the void of cyberspace,

A testament to the human plight, our search for time's embrace.

Yet in this act of writing, there's solace to be found,

For in the dance of words and thoughts, our shared humanity is crowned.

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