Time flows like a river, never still Its current carries moments, at will It dances through the night and the day Stealing seconds, then slipping away A relentless force, it cannot be tamed, leaving memories in its wake, unnamed Embrace each fleeting moment sublime, For in the end, it's time that marks our destiny... ©AnitaDawes2023
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Such a perfect metaphor for time. A beautiful poem, Anita.
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Thank you for such a lovely comment, Diana…
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Hello, beautiful to read early in the morning.
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Thank you Eileen, and lovely to see you here… 💕
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Very beautifully worded.
So….
“Amidst the mosaic of life,
A fleeting rhyme,
As the clock’s relentless chime.
Cherish the present,
Let the past be,
In the dance of time,
Find your eternity.”
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Another beautiful poem, I love the way your mind works. Thank you again…
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That’s so lovely. Hugs.
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Thanks Teagan… 💕
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Love it, Anita ❤️
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Thank you, Steve… 💕
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Such lovely words from Anita.
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So kind, Darlene… thank you …💕
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