Sands of Time
The moments slip like sand through open hands,
A fragile beauty that we cannot hold.
We chase the echoes in these shifting lands,
A story whispered as the years unfold.
A fragile beauty that we cannot hold,
The shadows lengthen as the day descends.
A story whispered as the years unfold,
We search for meaning where the journey ends.
The shadows lengthen as the day descends,
A fleeting glimpse of what we left behind.
We search for meaning where the journey ends,
The memories linger in the quiet mind.
A fleeting glimpse of what we left behind,
We chase the echoes in these shifting lands,
The memories linger in the quiet mind,
The moments slip like sand through open hands.
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Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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