Lidiia Moor
The Pressures of Time,
Found inside and out,
A walk in history and a stepping stone,
To what was lost,
Yet,
Found.
We are all liquid fire, breathing Dragons.
Angels and Demons, Dream.
This story, your Glory, our Fire,
Composed.
We walk the Waters,
We Decided,
Then collided Quantum,
Physics.
Nothing can exist without my permission. You may claim something unproven leads your reason, or
Push logical momentum,
Even the dirt of a Golden Age gives Birth. Tomorrow Begins Today.
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