🍁Time’s Reign🍁
Is time our master, stern and cold?
When men cry out “You waste my gold.”
Round the clock hands endlessly run,
Twelve meetings, one sweet minute won.
It flows unheard, unkind, unfeeling,
No pulse, no breath, no love revealing.
Yet we are bound to every chime,
I wonder… is time friend or crime?...05232026 ©LanZhan 🌚✨ 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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