I thought the passage below is really beautiful in projecting one of my many feelings upon a time. An excerpt though.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Edmund Spenser (1552-1599)
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