Unchanging, a fiction

Monuments turn to ruins
Each chiseled stone covered
with weeds, woven
in time, nature always triumphs
its children grounded
for breaking curfew

Cities rise, thrive, fall, rot
under a Sun that
in time
fade into quiet insignificance

Earth, unchanging
a fiction
for Time plays its
symphony not for humans
its notes too few and deep
in a lifetime.

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