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Time is like a thread from a bunch of wool stake.
Spliced and spindled, it always twists and elongates.
The mystery of time remains inevitable regardless of how curious we get or search.
Sometimes, we happen to open ourselves up to possibilities and unpredictable absolutions;
Yet we continue to hold on to a little light in our hearts as hope.
This hope glitters deep in our souls through tough times and darkness.
We hold tight to the little glitters even through dark clouds.
A little beyond the darkness at the end of the tunnel is the great daylight.
Regardless of the dark times; shortly is the light.
This is such a beautiful poem. Indeed time waits for no man. We have to take action now