A clock ticks on
its steady chime
Weaving through
Its threads of time
Moments fleeting
Yet they shine
Like whispers soft
A love divine
The dawn ascends
A golden hue,
Promises fresh in skies anew
Through every shadow
Every climb
We dance along
Life's fragile rhyme
Oh time you fleeting
Cunning sage
You pen our story
On your page
Yet though you run
We walk and find
The beauty etched
In heart and mind
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