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Serried trees on this part of the world,
Entwined by serpentine twigs
Grace was enunciated.

Withered leaves fell,
The sky is all white,
Then a blinding light flashed.

Trapped in the curse of time-
asynchrony
His visage, his body, his voice same as mine.

But why do I feel inferior to him?
Now, I know.
He was adorned with gems and jewels,
His clothes are monarchic
And crowned on his head.

I am his present.
He is my past.
We are one.
Only time says who is who.