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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. ©bfa040325

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Date: 4/6/2025 3:03:00 AM
Time, the older I get the faster time moves/ enjoyed your writing
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Bernard F. Asuncion
Date: 4/7/2025 12:34:00 AM
Thanks, Sir William. Your comment means a lot. I treasure it.

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