Echoes in the Sands of Time

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Time, a river that flows unseen,
Washing over where we’ve been,
Carving paths through stone and sand,
Yet slipping swiftly through our hand.

In the morning light, it gleams,
Whispers softly through our dreams,
A fleeting shadow on the wall,
A distant echo’s silent call.

We chase it down the endless lane,
Yet every step we take is vain,
For time is neither friend nor foe,
But something we can’t see or know.

Do you remember when we were young?
When every song was yet unsung?
The future seemed so far away,
A promise of another day.

But now the days have come and gone,
The sun has set, the night is long,
And all the moments that we knew,
Are just a memory’s faint hue.

Time, it drifts like autumn leaves,
It dances in the wind, then leaves,
A breath, a sigh, a fleeting glance,
A step in life’s uncertain dance.

Yet in the dance, we find our way,
A rhythm that we can’t betray,
For time’s a partner, true and fair,
A silent guide to everywhere.

It binds us all, yet sets us free,
A paradox we cannot see,
For every second, every year,
Is both so far and oh so near.

We try to hold it, grasp it tight,
But it dissolves like morning light,
A mist that fades with every dawn,
Yet still, we chase, though it is gone.

In every tick, in every chime,
We hear the echo of lost time,
And in that sound, we find our place,
A fleeting glimpse of life’s embrace.

So let us dance within the flow,
Of time that we can never know,
For in the dance, we find our truth,
In every age, in every youth.

And as the final bell does ring,
And time at last takes everything,
We’ll leave behind a trace, a sign,
An echo in the sands of time.

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