Worth that slipped through the time,
Slowly diminished like dew on mirrors shine.
Clear crisp that portrayed presence,
A years style how taught and spot.
Worth that question remain behind graves,
Why lessons imply so high?
That blunders came from Wonders,
For each answer that came unquestioned.
Worth that as simple did words came from,
For high rise in meanings.
Those sounds seemed silence,
That howled to the unmattered demand of time.
Worth that no conclusions so close,
No questions no answers for anything...
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