Timewoven Tales

Whispers of time

Time flows like a river, silent and deep
It transcends swiftly and elegantly steep
Depth unknown, yet profoundly felt
May seem trivial, but it's unpredictably dealt

We know not the essence of time
Yet still unbelieving, blind to the climb
Profound in it's whisper, none can ever trace
Echoes of moments in a vast, empty space

As moments slip like the grains of fine sand
We grasp at the fleeting, but fail to understand
Each tick of the clock, a reminder of fate
A dance of existence, we ponder and wait

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