What if
the tick - tock of the clock
refuses to swing it's pendulum
& breath stop to ripple in respire?

What if
the gleaming noon cease to reap light
& the sparkling sunshine of the moonlight
ceased to emit it's luminance at dawn?

What if
the stars of luminous body —
full of warm sunlight in dense darkness
toss the hurricane; sob, revenge & tragedy?

What if
the mesmerizing moment
turns the pillory of mystery
haunting the value of our history?

We are all end product of time
Under the weight of illusion -
Dawn, until breathe is shortened.

— visualize & explore time!

— AfeezWrites.


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