3 result(s) for The Time Machine Poems By H. G. Wells.
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Clockwork Shadows
In gears of steel, the echoes chime,
A dance of fate, a waltz through time.
The future whispers, cloaked in dread,
As visions dance of lives long shed.
Beneath the hands that turn and toil,
Doomed futures twist in mechanic coil.
What secrets lie in the ticking maze,
A world to mourn, a world to praise.
Each click a tale of what’s to be,
A heartbeat lost in history.
With every turn, the shadows creep,
In dreams of dusk, where silence weeps.
Threads of Time
In shadows cast by moments lost,
Where time’s great river flows and tosses,
A tapestry is deftly wrought,
With fate’s own hand, weaving its crosses.
Each thread a whisper, bold yet frail,
Of hopes and dreams that swell and sail;
From distant past to future's gleam,
In every stitch, a silent scream.
The time machine, a conduit grand,
Transports us through both sea and land;
Yet, bound by fate’s unyielding tether,
We dance along, though light as feather.
So heed the weaver's subtle art,
Embrace the threads that make our heart;
For every tick, each fleeting sigh,
Is woven close, then bids goodbye.
Whispers of Time's River
In the folds of time's eternal stream,
Where shadows dance and visions gleam,
Unseen twists twist through the tide,
Carving fate where futures abide.
Moments whisper, softly glide,
Echoes of lives the past will bide,
From caverns deep to starlit skies,
The machine's heart beats, and never lies.
Each tick a choice, each tock a dream,
In history’s silent, swirling theme,
Flowing forward, a whispering call,
Time’s river flows, embracing all.
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