These times of ' disappeared', I stare to the todays,
Time stretches , circuitous ,shallow waves before my soul,
Bodies of retirements all gets disappeared,
Time stands very still , yet,
Funds go like magic, like people ,as does the bees,
All disappeared before us, fast from reality,
All lost in time , yet all before time ...
Fiddles there Nero, from a rooftop,
Glowing there in the dark, swirls there a fire below,
Disappeared is all in the smoke , no mirrors here yet...
by Pc-3 ( 04/07/2025)
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