1·minuteThe Index
No. 1 · SUMMER · June 2026

Life

We are born without bonds, born to be free
Our potential is vast, as the sea
But the chains of time, begin to bind
Stealing the freedom, we left behind
Hopes and dreams whisper, goodbye
As the shadow of time, devours the open sky
The highest waves, must crash on the shore
As our own magic, is no more
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