Touches you endlessly...
Since the first glimpse
Of Phoebus!

It paved the way
To lighted highways
And spurts the fumes of industries...
Creating shadows in wealth
And death lurking in poverty!

The Arts-In the realm
Of the Humanities
Still the wrath of your soul
And frame the heights...
And depths of existence...

But time is ephemeral
And man walks
In the labyrinth of time
In search of the eternal!

by Jane Quijano

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