Time, the silent river, ever flowing,
Through days and nights, with no sign of slowing.
A whisper in the wind, a shadow’s flight,
It slips through our fingers, day and night.
Moments like raindrops, fleeting and rare,
Gather into oceans, beyond our care.
Past and future, a boundless sea,
We sail its waters, wild and free.
The ticking clock, a relentless beat,
Marks our footsteps on the eternal street.
Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours,
Blossoming life, like springtime flowers.
In youth, it stretches, an endless expanse,
A dance of dreams, a boundless chance.
In age, it narrows, a treasured trove,
Each second precious, like a lover’s cove.
Memories etched in its ceaseless flow,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of woe.
Promises made, and dreams that gleam,
All bound within its gentle stream.
Time, the artist, with an unseen hand,
Paints our stories in the shifting sand.
A master of change, a weaver of fate,
Patient and steady, never too late.
So cherish the moments, fleeting and bright,
Embrace the morning, kiss the night.
For in the heart of time, love’s light does shine,
A timeless journey, yours and mine.
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