In a realm where time’s a silent guide,
a timepiece stands, as moments bide.
Its hands dance slow, then quicken pace.
Marking each breath, and marking each place.
Eternal ticks in ceaseless waltz,
unravel life’s intricate, subtle faults.
A whisper of seconds, becomes murmurs of years.
An echo of laughter, begets a chorus of tears.
Bridging the past to our future’s expanse,
in every tick, lies a glancing chance.
Time’s gentle keeper, steadfast and wise,
cradles our memories in the moments alive.
By Sarah ©2024
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Weekend Writing Prompt, #379 – timepiece (82 words)
By Sarah 