Bonds to Ribbons

In the realm of unrecorded syllabus of time,
Ticking,ticking,ticking,
Changes occur from time to time,
Uninviting nonetheless unavoidable,
Just as how the soil rumble and crumble into a hollow,
To where blasphemous havoc occur,
Where time continues ticking,
Never-ending flow of sands circulating in the hourglass,
As the inevitable is at its presence,
Adapting as nature flourishes,
May the unrecorded syllabus of time keeps ticking,
So will it pout as to diminishing to mention of

Deprive reminiscence

May or may not the law abides it,
Bells by the countryside ringing along the breeze,
The sound of wave's overlapping one another,
seagull's soaring around every ocean,
Thou as the winds of sorrow surrounds the void,
Evermore the lust groans from its own desire,
Just as a gust to a tempest back to forth,
The wind shall guide you,
Never to look back where the damp resides,
To move,to move,To Move,
Where the growth have halted,
To where it will lead them next.