Time’s Gentle Dance: A Tale of Change and Passage

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In the cradle of dawn’s tender light,
Time whispers secrets of the past,
Each moment fleeting, yet infinite,
Like shadows cast, forever vast.

The sands of time shift and sway,
Carving paths untold and new,
Change, a constant yet unseen play,
In every tear and morning dew.

As leaves fall, in autumn’s grace,
So do we, in life’s embrace,
Seasons turn, yet leave no trace,
Of the seconds lost in the chase.

Yet in this dance of time and fate,
We find our strength, our quiet might,
To embrace the change and patiently wait,
For dawn to break into endless light.

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