Time
Ticking hands that never rest,
Marking moments, past and pressed.
Golden dawns and midnight skies,
Slipping softly, swift it flies.
A silent guide, yet none can stay,
Building dreams, then passing by.
Echoes fade, yet stars still shine,
In time’s embrace, yours and mine.
Seconds whisper, hours call,
Rising high, then doomed to fall.
A river flowing, never still,
Bending fate to match its will.
Laughter fades, and memories glow,
Shadows shift as seasons flow.
Hold them close or set them free,
Time moves on—eternally.
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