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The sun on the rocks, glimmering, hesistant.
It resists, and resists, but gives way to the moon.
Why are we so concerned with this?
It is only the meandering moments of a time lost,
of hope regained,
and a future unleashed.
The trees in the park are as green as ever, and children play on the slides and swings. They stand over the fountain, the water splashing over them, coating them with the paint of irony. By morning, it will fade.
It resists, and resists, but gives way to the moon.
Why are we so concerned with this?
It is only the meandering moments of a time lost,
of hope regained,
and a future unleashed.
The trees in the park are as green as ever, and children play on the slides and swings. They stand over the fountain, the water splashing over them, coating them with the paint of irony. By morning, it will fade.