Time repeats itself
It tires of the new
Brings back the old
Pretends it's new
Fashions reappear
Icons are debunked
Then they are buried
Till someone finds
Overlooked virtues
Nobody can go back
But everything returns
The rituals are circles
A millenium is resurrected
When words are uttered
No time is lost for seasons
Recur and the grandson
Who looks like the hrandfather
Is reborn to the same fate
Time favours dead poets
Recites their words anew
To the delight of trees
And birds he sang of.
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