No road's now too narrow,
No place, far away;
Specks of sand too big to flow,
Even time wants to stay.
Everyone's a stranger, yet none is-
When seldom the eye goes astray;
Many a thing has taken a miss,
For once, even the I, don't say-"nay!".
In the moment is no fear, or blemish,
Lines and crystals are but toys;
The words indicate, but reveal not, the relished,
For, to be felt are the joys.
No place, far away;
Specks of sand too big to flow,
Even time wants to stay.
Everyone's a stranger, yet none is-
When seldom the eye goes astray;
Many a thing has taken a miss,
For once, even the I, don't say-"nay!".
In the moment is no fear, or blemish,
Lines and crystals are but toys;
The words indicate, but reveal not, the relished,
For, to be felt are the joys.
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