Echoes of Eternity
Time is a great teacher, yet it leaves no student behind. I heard this many times and refused to believe more of afraid understanding it. But I finally know why time is called the teacher, That takes all it's student I am left with memories, Echoes of voices in my mind, while the people are gone. Memories last — people do not. And somehow, it is both comforting and painful to be left with echoes that will last until eternity.
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