Time
In the river of eternity, Time flows,
Moments, highs and lows.
It dances with the stars, in cosmic rhyme,
A never-ending, mystic paradigm.
It whispers in the wind, a fleeting breath,
A silent witness to life and death.
It weaves through history, a tangled thread,
A silent symphony, from birth to death.
It marches on, relentless and unkind,
Leaving memories, like footprints behind.
It's a cruel master, yet a gentle friend,
Guiding us towards our own journey's end.
Cherish each moment, embrace the now,
For Time is a gift, a sacred vow.
Let it shape you, mold you, set you free,
For in the end, it's all we'll ever be.
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