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The ticktock of time

allows me to see

an howl turn to an echo.

New butterfly to a cocoon,

the swan to ugly duckling,

the lake to an ocean.

The deep times awake

as I can calm myself to yesterday.

The flower has fallen its petals,

out of the petals a cradle I build...

My cradle rocks with the waves of time,

the time of beauty will never be the same.

Falling again has no man's knowing,

please take me, take me with thee.

Now I hear my mother from the deep,

sing me a lullaby of eternal sleep.

With thou replant the plaster call,

this and silence we seek to reborn.