Poem | Cycles

Cycles.

^{The clock is ticking,
the sensations, illusions and moments
soon find their end,
that goes back to the beginning.}

^{Beginning that advances to a new course,
history is ready to repeat itself,
lends itself to stagnation,
or lends itself to expansion.}

^{It remains of the caretaker of his deeds
to create a new destiny from them,
take shortcuts or new paths.
Moving forward.}

^{It's a cycle,
the cycle of life,
cycle of awakening,
a cycle that frightens but for him it is necessary to continue.}

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