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Sands of Time
In the palm of my hand, a fleeting moment I cradle,
Yet it escapes, slipping away like grains of sand.
Repeatedly, I attempt to secure its grasp,
Only to watch it elude me, much to my chagrin.
Yearning for life to be a canvas of my own creation,
Where I could meticulously sketch my narrative,
To revisit and relive each stroke and hue,
Encased in a splendid golden frame, a masterpiece of my own
Yet it escapes, slipping away like grains of sand.
Repeatedly, I attempt to secure its grasp,
Only to watch it elude me, much to my chagrin.
Yearning for life to be a canvas of my own creation,
Where I could meticulously sketch my narrative,
To revisit and relive each stroke and hue,
Encased in a splendid golden frame, a masterpiece of my own
Published 5th Jan 2024
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