In the quiet moments of dawn’s gentle kiss,
Lies the dash between our first and last breath,
A fleeting whisper in the vastness of time,
A bridge connecting the mystery of life and death.

Each sunrise paints the canvas of our days,
With colors bold and shadows deep,
In laughter’s echo and tear’s embrace,
We find the stories our hearts will keep.

Through paths unknown and dreams pursued,
The dash becomes a tapestry of choice,
In every heartbeat and silent sigh,
We dance to the rhythm of our inner voice.

As twilight falls on the horizon’s edge,
We ponder the legacy we leave behind,
For in the dash resides our eternal song,
A timeless note in the symphony of humankind.