Time Travellers

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A whirlwind across the timeline,
Sweeping off memories,
Especially the sweet and comely ones,
Those fragile like a flower’s petal.

A great deal for those free of greed,
Ready to give and accept with ease,
For that’s why we’re time travellers,
Going through the timeline of life.

We seek the time masters,
Those in control of memories,
Pleading that our time spent
Will grow like a great tree
Full of fruits in diversity,
So at any point in time,
We can pluck and feel
The sweet taste of memory.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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