PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

In this temple, time

Where life unfolds,

Between pain, love, joy,

Each emotion finds solace and comfort.

Here, time is the absolute master,

And the soul, an unwearied pilgrim,

Lives between the extremes of mourning

And the fleeting, tender smile.

But there is also the weight of emptiness,

The empty belly, crying out for sustenance,

A harsh contrast that prays

For relief from the torment.

In this temple, the body is fragile,

While the spirit seeks elevation,

And even in the swiftest lack,

Finds strength in its devotion.

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