In the shadow of the ticking clock,
Whispers of time softly call,
Guiding footsteps on ancient paths,
Through the echoes of the past.
With every sunrise and gentle dusk,
Moments weave through the endless thread,
Stories unfold in silent grace,
While dreams linger in the nightâs embrace.
Time dances with the falling leaves,
Painting memories on the canvas of life,
A gentle reminder of fleeting days,
As seasons change and fade away.
In the heartbeats of quiet hours,
Time holds secrets yet untold,
A tapestry of moments, rich and rare,
Guiding souls through the eternal flow.