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Time stopping as before,

in silence echoes moving,

light flowing from the rain drops,

watching the void.

Life calling from the womb,

heart standing at the door,

waiting for the sun rise,

ready to write new pages.

Pain floating in the fog,

playing with colours around,

you arrived on time,

offering life in me.

Coming close to heavens,

on this soil making memories,

saving it in the soul,

living forever in this echo.

Completing the circle,

seeing you once again,

writing from where I left,

without a desire for enlightenment.