The gift of time
In
the tapestry of existence, woven fine, A gift transcendent, precious and
divine. Time, the silent whisperer of fate, The treasure shared, our destinies
create.
In fleeting moments, seconds unfold, A currency priceless, more
precious than gold. With every heartbeat, a rhythm shared, A symphony of
moments, in love declared.
Time is the canvas where memories paint, A masterpiece of
moments, never faint. The laughter echoed, the tears we've shed, Through the
hands of time, our stories are spread.
In the sunrise glow and the sunset's embrace, Time gifts us
chances, a warm, tender grace. To lend an ear, to hold a hand, Time molds
connections, helps us understand.
As hours pass, friendships bloom and grow, A garden of trust,
where true bonds sow. Love, the seed, in time's nurturing care, Blossoms into
beauty, beyond compare.
In the dance of hours, let kindness be, The rhythm that binds
us, sets spirits free. For in the tapestry, threads intertwined, Time is the
gift, to hearts aligned.
So, cherish the moments, embrace the now, Time is the gift, a
solemn vow. Give it freely, let love be the guide, In the ebb and flow, forever
abide.
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