I could just see
Life piled on Life
When it stood still:
It moves in time when lived !
I remained at the place
From Where I did not begin
Moments all piled up with time
I was asked Did I have ?
A bigger place to hold !
But,Of all the wood that did ever churn
In cold, piled under the snow
None refused to burn
They just needed a burning fire to blow
Whither,it longs and burns again
When amidst this fire
And one can see again
The Travel of Life in time
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