In the quiet whisper between two dates,
Lies a tale of laughter, tears, and dreams,
A line so small yet vast in weight,
The dash that holds lifeâs silent screams.
From dawnâs first cry to twilightâs end,
It carries stories untold, unseen,
With every step, each path we bend,
In the space where we have been.
Moments sewn with love and loss,
A tapestry of timeâs gentle hand,
The dash that bridges, without pause,
The fleeting castle built on sand.
So live the dash with heart and grace,
Embrace the journey, bold and true,
For in that line, we find our place,
In the dash, our legacy ensues.