Time, a silent whisper in the wind,
Guiding us through moments without end.
A friend and foe, a constant force,
Shaping memories, altering our course.
In the tapestry of life it weaves,
Marking the passage of days and eves.
Memories dance in its gentle sway,
Some fading, some forever to stay.
In relationships, time holds the key,
Deepening bonds or setting hearts free.
A measure of change, a sign of growth,
A companion on our journey, both gentle and wroth.
Through the ebb and flow of life's grand design,
Time stands as a marker, steadfast and kind.
A reminder of our journey's grace,
Embracing change with an open embrace.
So let us cherish each fleeting hour,
For time is a gift, a delicate flower.
In its rhythm, we find our truest selves,
Guided by its wisdom, through joy and delves.
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