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Ephemeral Sands
Moments slip like sand through open hands,
Fleeting whispers in a quiet dance,
Time, relentless, weaves its golden strands,
Each tick a chance, each blink a fleeting glance.
An hourglass spills, its grains refuse to wait,
For in the rush, we chase, we hesitate.
Yet beauty lies within the swift embrace,
In every heartbeat, every fleeting trace.
So let us breathe, and cherish as we strive,
Embrace the now, for in this instant, we’re alive.
Though time may not relent, nor stay for anyone,
Our joy is found in moments—brief but spun.
Season's Stagnation
As seasons shift in silent grace,
Bright petals fall, then fade,
Yet in the stillness of our chase,
Hearts whisper no serenade.
The spring winds sigh, the summer glows,
Autumn's hues, a fleeting spark,
But in the shadows, longing grows,
While time dances, we lose the mark.
Winter drapes its cold embrace,
The clock's soft tick, a lover's tease,
Yet here we stand, in one fixed place,
Our hopes like frost beneath the trees.
Though tides of time may ebb and flow,
In love's still waters, we remain,
As seasons change, the heart won't know,
For time waits not, yet we feel the pain.
Footsteps of Time
Footsteps hurried, whispers fade,
In the dance of shadows, memories laid.
Time, a river, swiftly flows,
In its current, no one knows.
The sun ignites the morning's breath,
While moments slip, a silent theft.
Each tick of clock, a fleeting bond,
Yet, in our hearts, we linger fond.
Chasing dreams on paths unknown,
With every step, we’re never alone.
For time does not wait, nor softly plead,
But gathers the moments, a tapestry freed.
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