Glimpses seen of the past.
Scenes seen of the present.
Dreams seen of the future.
A collage of times known,
Woven on the fabric of existence.
Some bright some dull.
Making an interesting fixture.
Transpiring thoughts inside.
Waking meanings outside.
Leaving an impression subtle,
like a droplet in the ocean.
Only for a tide of waves,
that seem to ebb and rise.
Like the ups and downs,
Of this mirage called life.
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