Eternity

The world may be temporary
The pains are naught
When in the rotation of
Day after the night
Sun following the moon
Rivers into the ocean
Tears following smiles
We mistakenly assume
They have abandoned us
The rotation moves about
Night after the day
Moon following the sun
Ocean into the rivers
Smiles following tears
When they turn around
Captivates once again
Bringing on the aches
With more fierce impact
No they don't leave us
The pain merely - hibernates
It exists eternally
It endures in the rotations
It never goes away-


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