Now is an illusion between there past and what’s next,
now is like a line between the sand and the sea,
with only sand and sea and an evanescent edge,
now is a bridge between what was and will be,
a momentary pause for thought and rumination,
now is the time to embrace contentment,
time to disown disappointments,
only tears of joy from now on!
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