In the ethereal flow of time, like a river's race,
Ephemeral and fleeting, like the wind's embrace.
In its constant whispering, bringing the new after
what has been, each moment, a grain of sand,
in the hourglass unseen.
The relentless clock, continues its march
without a glance, each tick is a story,
a poem to entrance.
The years unfold like a carpet to extend,
Carrying with them memories, the heart to amend.
But at the heart of this journey, beauty can be found,
In life's ephemeral web, where wonders are unbound.
For it's in metamorphosis that our essence is formed,
And in the relentless tick-tock, our presence is adorned.
So let us celebrate the now, while the light our souls encase,
For time is a wise master, not confined to its own space.
It simply flows, transforms, and in its course it teaches,
That in its ephemeral nature, divine wisdom reaches.
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Poetic Kaleidoscope
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