The Echoes of Time (Sonnet)

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The clock ticks by and the seasons had passed,

With people waiting for their love's comeback,

The weather changed numerous in the past,

But still their feelings linger like plague.

Colorful flowers started to bloom,

With the help of the little buzzing bees ,

But later on wilted and show their doom,

To curious eyes wondering in the east.

When the little baby's been born and cried,

Grew to adult who's path is not in sight,

Tried to roam and walk on the world that's wide,

Became adult whose burden stretch through the night.

Oh, how time quickly passed like yesterdays,

Everything changes like it didn't stay.

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