All that is transient is merely a symbol,
A fleeting mirage in the sands of time.
For life is an ever-changing dance,
A tapestry woven with threads sublime.
The rising sun, a symbol of hope,
As it paints the sky with hues divine.
But its radiance soon fades away,
Leaving shadows where light once did shine.
A blooming flower, so delicate and fair,
Symbolizes beauty in its transient bloom.
But petals wither, and colors fade,
Leaving behind a memory in the gloom.
The passing clouds, they drift and roam,
Symbolic of thoughts that come and go.
But like wisps of smoke, they dissipate,
Leaving an empty sky, a vacant show.
Love, too, is a transient symbol,
A flame that burns bright, then flickers away.
For hearts are fickle, and passions wane,
Leaving behind echoes of what once held sway.
Yet, in this transient world we dwell,
Symbols give meaning to our fleeting stay.
They remind us of life's ebb and flow,
And teach us to cherish each passing day.
So let us embrace these transient symbols,
With gratitude for the stories they tell.
For in their fleeting presence, we find,
A glimpse of eternity, where beauty dwells.
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