Posted on by T. Maxwell-Harrison 
Namaste.

Namaste, friends,
the clock is ticking,
our lives, merely fleeting,
temporary feeling,
in this constructed space.

Time like wasted flowers,
phoenix rising from the ashes,
it's slowing down,
our illusion,
so, goodbye,
namaste,
friends.

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