In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Time dances softly on the edge of night,
Moments fleeting, yet forever held in grace,
Leaving traces of their tender, silent pace.

Through the corridors of days and dreams,
Time weaves its threads in endless streams,
Memories etched in the sands of our mind,
A tapestry of life, beautifully intertwined.

Sunsets fade into the twilight’s glow,
As time’s gentle currents continue to flow,
Each heartbeat a testament to the past,
While future’s promise holds steadfast.

In the realm where seconds softly blend,
Time’s journey knows no end,
We stand as witnesses to its grand design,
Embracing every moment, divine.